tell me oh lost soul,
when shall thou find lost way?
the roads of eagerness
is far ahead,
art thou already blinded?
indecision is a fire—
it is the flame that
aches for action
and redemption
craving for self-destruction
and
you name flows
like nectar
and ambrosia
and festers like
a wound,
digging into my skin—
making its mark.
tell me boy, do you
know, what insanities you put
all of us into?
he was the hole
she was looking for
to fill the gap in her heart.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
