Where was my voice for all these years?
Trapped within layers of suffocating fabric
Or chained with the scars of his old embrace
But even before I met th void
The power and fury that tears from my throat
Never opened its eyes to my weary days
To make me feel like I fit.
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Running From Time
PoetryThis is the second volume of my poetry books. It ranges from dark poetry to stuff about night to things like swimming. Whatever I get inspired, I'll post it here for you guys to enjoy. And if you'd like, check out my first poetry book, Song Among Th...
