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Every drop of pain washes over you like a tsunami feasting upon its prey,
Its delusional prey,
Whom thought they could alter a destiny mercilessly engraved in stone.
They don't understand,
They don't understand the tear stains of the soul,
Or the isolated heart which is all but a hole,
In this manifested deceit of happiness.
Do you hear those inaudible whispers thick, and growing, choking you to be free?
Those manipulative creatures worming themselves into actuality,
Simply existing without glee,
At the reality of you seeing, thinking and vying to be free.
YOU ARE READING
Heart of the soul
PoetryWhy do you lie? And compel me to endure such a trial, Where there is my shadow and I, Wrapped in a haze of panic and despair, And no one can hear, Once again my feelings have suffered for more than a mile, And this may be what is the last breath, of...
