Tragedy; A poem
And as much as I find sorrow
in my red, tired eyes
in my pale, cold skin
in my toneless, emotionless voice
in my dark, unhappy thought
I still manage to find strength
in the way
my feet still touch the ground
my lungs still fill themselves in the air
my body still recovers ever time
I hurt her
my mind still find the good in everything
so when it's 3am and my thoughts start
screaming
and when it's 3pm and all I can do is lie in bed
I find strength in every single thing
I wish I wouldn't and couldn't find it in
in everything that seems to hurt more than ever
because there is so much beauty and strength
in tragedy.
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Randomtoo many thoughts go unsaid. all of this poem are not mine. ©️ to owner.
