touch your skin
cold and hardened
pardon
will it one day soften
used to play and dwell
now i'm just a shell
of who i used to be
trapped
i'm not free
i've killed a beautiful flower
now it's wilting
with no power
it must pass survival
in order for revival
but it likes being parched with no water
trying to commit it's own self slaughter
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Mind Heart Soul
PoetryWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
