The happiness was delicate,
And it fell apart.
It will renovate,
I thought.
Now the emotions are storming,
Fate gave no warning.
I cry,
And let out soundless screams.
I lie,
As hope in me depletes.
There seemed no way,
An endless nightmare,
With demons of rage.
And I couldn't fight,
Because I needed you.
Because you weren't there.
Because you decided to leave.
YOU ARE READING
Mend
PoetrySomething's misplaced. It's broken, it's harmed and stabbed and hurt. Our visions are blur for we don't look at what's not visible - what's inside, the power and beauty within and how it is misaligned. We need to heal, we need to mend.
