A struggle with the darkness that tears
Call it grief I voice broken hollows
Bid my goodbyes to one in shadows
Turn me about to stare with blacken eyes
There waiting to deny what word that lies
Death, tis not enough to take one but two
How dare thee leaving a burden due
Or is it I who placed this on shoulders that bears
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Poems of the soul
PuisiThe Freedom Awards 3rd Place!! There are different thoughts swimming in my head that can be hard to voice. I find writing them in a fluent form helps my inner soul.
