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Poetry

Poems that form a small glimpse into my life as darkness is left to embrace the shining light of something called hope.

Statue.

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by Djslap11

by Djslap11

My breaths are weak,
Shallow, and slow.

My fingers scared,
Cracked, and dried.

My smile faded,
Forgotten, small.

I once stood tall,
Proud, and strong.

Now I lay on my side,
Weakened by the weather.

The houses around me
Are now in crumbles.
The people no longer here.

I'm frozen in place,
Trapped inside my legacy.
A statue is all I have left.

The pedestal where I stood had crumbled away, and my legacy no longer stands.