I scratched at a picture, with black on my palette
Unable to comprehend that it might come to hurt
our perspective will one day engulf our heart
As we perfect these paintings with a grim, dying start.
A swirling, fanatical picture that will tear you apart.
Hope never existed so we clung to our burdens.
bones showing white under our unworthy skin
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
