My mind is so dark
My head is on fire
It cannot be so, you say,
But it can, O, it can,
For an empty black
Brings to me peace and sleep
And a bright loving fire
Burns warm and gentle,
But the darkness is burning
It's burning me down
Taking her peace and her sleep,
Her warmth and gentleness,
Leaving only the ashes, and within,
My twisted ponderings,
And myself.
I loathe.
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I Never Said You Could Have It
PoésieA collection of poems from years and years of experiences, good, bad, worse, and downright disgusting. I've been through a lot, and I've seen a lot, and it's hard, but I know others are going through the same thing, and I want them to see that even...
