She was once dipped in the sea of sadness,
Behind those pair of orbs was loneliness;
Tonight, she was in the midst of seclusion,
Tasting the beauty of isolation.
In a solitary silence, she writes through the null pages,
Pouring all the pain and love brought by ages;
Under the moon with its piercing light, she looked and pry,
Worshipping the most beautiful thing in the night sky.
She was locked in the cell of forlornness,
Imprisoned in the dungeon of lonesomeness;
She was scribbling the pain that snuffles her chest,
Leaving the bliss of her soul oppressed.
How will she ever find the real glee?
When umbrage and loathe were all that she can see.
How will she ever erase hatred?
When deep within her soul it was embedded.
Now, she muses and chews over,
The mask she wears begun to uncover;
She was never the woman who can dance across the moon;
She was fragile; flimsy that would break anytime soon.
She needs to forgive, she thought,
Cleaving with the answers she just sought;
But she continuously writes for there is still a piece of her,
Longing to be known and for others to share.
The moon grieves as its light cascades over the horizon,
With all the anger, despair, menace and every piece of emotion;
The pen bleeds interminably and the unearthed sheets were filled,
By time, she’s still hoping for her soul to be healed.
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RandomForgotten. A collection of poems and literary pieces representing the long-forgotten thoughts that were collated in one in order to live up to this day. Enjoy and taste the sweet thoughts, bitter feelings, and sad memories, all in one.
