Words like fire burn my tongue
Silent breaths seep through my lungs.
Chemicals flow through every part of me
What is real or not
I don't see.
Shades are drawn to hide the moon
Thick glass blocks
The howls of werewolves.
Painful cries are louder than ever
They surround me
Engulf me
It'll be like that forever.
My eyes sting from the endless crying
Is it blood,
Is it tears?
It is pain.
It is longing.
I know now.
Originally based on the character of Cyra Noavek from 'Carve the Mark' by Veronica Roth.
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Spontaneous- a collection of poems
ŞiirPoetry brings out emotions. Here are mine which I've let loose.
