strike the match and let loose the flames.
In time all will be engulfed of who i am.
Because these sweet yet toxic voices whisper...
Their lies convert to truth...
The feeling to surrender taunts me ever close to this pit of darkness, giving up brings relief.
Yet with no satisfaction...The burden holds heavily onto my shoulders, detains me ever still on the borderline.
My own reasoning can no longer be heard by the stained impurity of thoughts.
Hold light in ones heart, dimming, losing life, yet struggles to survive.
holding on, this speck of light is my will to carry on...
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I not sure if this can be thought to be a poem.
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
