I have no spark,
darkness has swallowed me
there are no lights to be seen.
The face I built when dawn broke through,
disguised as strength, led me to emptiness.
The cage I held within me,
safe with key and lock.
Was an eraser to my heart,
an eraser wanting to be free.
YOU ARE READING
My heart for all to see
Thơ caMy mum past away April this year... Poetry to me is my outlet, my way of expressing myself, my way of coping with the intense feelings I endure at times. This is a side of me I don't show to those around me, and yet oddly enough I find myself postin...
