There she lies alone
In the world's darkest hole
Pouring her tears of sadness
And her blood of madness.
There was no one to collect them
Apart from the darkest chaos
Creeping from the shadows
Which pervated her heart
Filled with diamonds and gold.
There she lies again
In the world's biggest pain
Seeking for an exit
In this unbearable pit.
Will she ever escape?
Or will she hit the blade?
Nobody knows.
Nobody will
For they feared the claws
Concealed in the hole.
Where she sat still
Withering like a corpse
As never-aging as the hill
Trying to escape from the field.
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My Eudaimonia (Poetry)
PoetryWelcome to My Eudaimonia - a collection of short poems based on my contented state of being happy; living my life through both the toughest and best moments.
