A chorus of prayers raise up in the night,
Begging for a chance at life
Begging that it's not to late, that they can be healed
That they can get better.
And the symphony of cries and the ocean of tears that follow
Play music through the night as our souls are left to wander this wide earth as we had lived,
Alone.
We walk as if feels as if daggers are in our hearts
And the smiles on our faces crack like the mirrors of our soul.
Our eyes grow lifeless as the color drains from our eyes,
Until they show nothing but the dark abyss that our heart has become.
Only our eyes will show our demise as we continue to smile
As the cracks in our hearts become bigger
And they start to shatter.
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Poems
PoésieThis is a collection of poems that I have written over the years. I hope you enjoy them and I advise caution when reading, if these poems trigger you please stop reading. Feed back would be very much appreciated, thank you.
