Breathing shards
Weeping red
Got me hanging
On a thread
Dry my eyes
Bloody tears
Turn and look
In the mirror
Broken glass
Falling down
Pick it up
Off the ground
Put it back
In it's place
Stand up tall
That's just a taste
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365 days of Ashes
PoésieOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
