Faint lines criss cross my skin,
Marks etched from deep within,
Never fading away these wounds dont heal,
Garish to the eye; Painful to the touch, they seem unreal,
Tears spill over, as I look to the life thats passed,
Memories that force one, to wear a mask,
To hide the pain and the shame,
Showing the world another plane,
As this lie lives for me, in my times of need,
The real me cries; begging on her knees,
Craving to be loved with tenderness,
The ominous raven stays uncomfortably close to me,
And as I wish for this bird of doom to leave,
A Dark thick mist rolls over my eyes,
While the stars begin to shine upon hearing the sun's fatigued sighs,
The mysterious haze over my eyes furthers the signs,
Day is over and it is now nights time,
Succumbing to sleeps sweet embrace,
My dreams begin their excited race,
So the day is over and night has begun,
The battle for survival has been won.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Puisi"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
