❝Turn the pain into power.❞
I'll write my thoughts...
I'll write of the voices,
that keep echoing in my head.
I'll write of my pain,
which I hope will find its form in poetry.
I'll write of a deep ache in the heart,
too unexplicible to put in words.
I'll write of the tears,
that have long since dried, and left salty patches on my cheek.
I'll write of the numbness,
deep down inside.
I'll write of my past,
that always catches up with me, no matter where I run to.
I'll write of the angel who turned to the devil's side,
because God had given her nothing to live for.
I'll write of the broken minds, broken hearts and broken souls,
whose broken pieces may never be found, even after eternity.
I'll write of the people,
who built castles out of the stones people threw at them.
I'll write of the few,
whose strength slowly washed away, piece by piece,
by the waves of tradition, until the day their life lost all meaning.
I'll write of them,
who try to save their crumbling fortresses,
as winds mercilessly blow them down.
I'll write of you,
trying to hide what's going on at home by wearing a mask so thick,
that when you look in the mirror, you don't know who you are anymore.
I'll write of those who have held my hand,
even after know that I'd pull down them in my deep dark pit.
I'll write of the unnamed crowd,
that took credit for everything I ever did.
Honey, you set the base,
but you did not build my empire.
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TALES OF A SURVIVOR// UNDER EDITING
Poesía❝Go to hell.❞ ❝Darling, where do you think I came from?❞ Words from my deepest, darkest soul and caged heart that will find forms at uncanny hours. NOTE: Will update at random, or whenever inspiration strikes.
