Cracks in mind,
Conscience escaping,
Searching for a sky to breathe.
Bullets through heart,
Feelings escaping,
Digging holes in the earth to hide.
Broken soul,
Faith escaping,
Withering like a plant.
Bruises on body,
Strength escaping,
Closing doors to cry.
Tears in eyes,
Hopes escaping,
Flowing down the drain.
Memories lost,
Happiness disappearing
Will I escape next?
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Coruscate☄
PoesiePAINTING IS POETRY which is seen but not heard. POETRY IS A PAINTING which is heard but not seen. -Leonardo Da Vinci . . . Coruscate (...
