My soul,
Is lost,
In an ocean of anger,
Hate,
Unforgettable dreaded fate,
As if I gave snake venom a taste,
And this is a consequence,
I hate my surrounding,
The air I sharply breathe.
I hate,
My minds every thought and memory,
I angrily despise.
My heart is a mold made of lava,
Boiling hot.
I am tortured,
Seeing others happy,
Why can't I be like them,
And just let go?
Give my mind, body and soul,
A much needed rest,
Close my eyes,
And breathe.
Be calm again,
But isn't that impossible?
If I can't find my soul,
In my ugly world of anger and hate,
Agonizingly,
It is lost in there.
Hii! This one wasn't so good, but please don't be a ghost reader; leave a comment and maybe, (wishing on a billion stars) tap on that single star down there. Please!
Have a lovely day!
LOVE,
Sterixa.
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PoetryMaybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours. Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences
