take my hand, the night is ever colder. I will keep you warm. take my love for love is everlasting. take shelter from this storm.
Staring in the mirror,
Remembering,
My nails attack flesh
trying to free this mind
From a body that is the beholder of my sworn enemy.
But no matter how far you ever go
You will be left.
Slamming doors ring inside your head
Insanity,
Anxiety,
Holds you a prisoner
Inside your house
Beside your bed.
You start a jar.
One with a slip of paper in it for each day that you wanted to make your last
A reminder that somehow
This somehow, of an inevitable tomorrow came.
The sun of course will always rise,
But you can control the number of tears that
ripple
and
Wash away
The invisible light
and comfort the mourners
With phantom stained
lies.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
