These pernicious bruises, bandages cannot heal,
Bones prone to pain, even though they are of steel,
if only the fallacies came true, if only I was mended,
Solitude without solace, my doom has impended.
If only I believed in lies, ingenuous to the truth,
If only my cruel entity was merely apart of my youth,
This unlucky child, adversary sides with, my life can easily rupture,
Wishing upon a pointless star, stuck in place, just a sculpture,
The windows reflect a terminal illness, of whom we call betrayal,
What if healing was a lying notion, of a nightmare's dark portrayal?
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Reminisce
Poesia~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
