Reminiscence of memories
A photo album of tragedies
Guided by a flawed hand
Treading on legs that can barely stand
Where is the light I long for
There has to be something more
Under the cover of dark
Pull out the stitches of my heart
Bleeding from the soul
It had become my only goal
Bleed deeds long forgotten
The red flows, oh so sudden
Sweet lit clarity
Lead me back to this insanity
A sting so sweet
Of a heart long since ceased
Show me a different way
Pierce through the veil I show by day
A fire can not breath in rain
Just like the scars will always remain
They all feel the same
My attempts, scattered in vain
Why do I have the urge to write something after each poem? I think this one was okay... I'm getting my inspired back woohoo...
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
