When will the moment,
Where the hate,
Dissipates,
Become aware?
The agony-
Scorches my bones;
Coursing through,
Little by little,
Numbness residing in it's place.
When will the darkness escape?
How to release the void?
Blank.
The answer stares blankly back.
The ability to overcome hides in the corner.
YOU ARE READING
Atelophobia
PoetryA dark essence surrounds the soul. Here, she comes to release her subconscious thoughts into written words.
