When tears stream down your face,
The world is a blinding haze.
When cold hands grip you with fury,
They choke you to make breathing a misery.
Their steel grip makes you struggle,
The deadly darkness makes you fumble.
You do everything to protect yourself,
From the beckoning, blazing hell
But there's no running away anymore,
You can't find your way anymore.
Blooming flowers hold no more charm,
Your lover's lips leave you feeling disarmed,
A bird caged in tortuorous necessity,
A worm crushed under unnecessary cruelty.
You gasp for breath,
You scream for help,
No one comes to your rescue,
No one cares about the face turning blue.
When splashing your face with water, harshly,
Does nothing but make you even more dreary,
When your hands shake with horrors untold,
Your face with pain does contort,
My pen wields to reveal the corners,
Of the heart with slowly suffers,
And only then, does your aching soul sigh,
As it finally drowns to restlessly die.
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Sometimes everything seems to be going wrong, and it feels like it's the end, but is it really? What do you think should be done?
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Muses
PoesíaHere's a compilation of poems for you to enjoy. You'll find a mèlange of emotions here. Some sweet, some bitter. But at the end, you'll find yourself lost in the music of words, the rhythm of stanzas and the enchanting world of poetry.
