Poetry for English class.
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Longing in a distance,
clinging to your soul.
Never understanding
ceaseless is your goal.
Nay, a place like heaven,
whiteness never seen,
you only seem to sway away,
like a hollow dream.
Startles never wake you,
staying in tranquil slur.
Ebbing in the darkness,
seeming just a blur.
Nothing here is mystical,
this empty world, bare.
Only floating phantoms,
like you, never care.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
