Darkening all words, the solitude remains.
As the skies turn gray and it began to rain.
Conjoined with the demon that follows me alone.
Carving my last words into this stone.
"I will not die in vain,
The solitude remains."
Lost inside a blur of thoughts and mist,
Voices heard, "Pull the trigger, I insist".
I will not pity myself in this ridiculous manner,
Spreading blood in words across this white banner.
"I will not feel this pain,
The solitude remains."
Cutting off the darkness that once withheld me,
Beginning a new start, seeing clearly.
But the demon still haunts beside me,
Attempting to enable seeing fearfully.
"I am restrained,
The solitude remains."
A familiar face returns with a howling whisper,
Was this a dream, or just a plot twister.
Motivational words, inspiring my soul,
I woke up confident and bold.
"I aspire to just gain,
The solitude no longer remains".
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The Idea of a Broken World
PoetryAll of the poetry I've ever written will be in this story... most of them cover ideas about romance, death, and tragedy. Each one contains very strong messages and opinions. It's named "The Idea of a Broken World" because almost all of the poetry I...
