Bruised and broken.
A heart that's torn.
The words not spoken
A face forlorn.
A pain inside.
Nowhere to hide.
A growing darkness.
In which my tears reside.
The eyes, a window to the soul.
My soul, a black and empty hole.
No way in, no way out.
A deep pit of loathing and self doubt.
A box full of hatred screaming to be let out.
A 1,000 demons from hell.
Fly up through this empty well.
That my insides have become.
Nowhere hide.
Might as well lay down and die.
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Poetry of Night and Day
PoetryThese are poems I've written. Most of them are poems I've written at emotional times. It's not just love poems either although that is probably one of the main poem types. I just hope that someone can read these poems and take something away from th...
