Cold, hard, whispers
Crawling, screeching, prying
The rain that followed you dissolved
The thickened sugar coating
Once you've lost your bandage
The illusion disappears
The stale and crimson wound
Lies naked and unhealed
Now every quiet mumble
Each semi second glance
Stings as if the cut were fresh
Rips apart your humble fort
Burns deep into your mind
Cascading down the steepest cliff
You feel your stomach drop
The faith you fostered in this world
Is suddenly revoked
The bone chilling sensation
Of feeling all alone
With all the ropes they've thrown to you
You'd think you'd climb back home
Though no matter what they do you stay
Stiff and still
Unmoving.
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Free verse Poetic expressions of the sentiments at hand
PoetryAn extremely random collection of unpolished poetry written in the moment I feel to be fit
