it's dark,
and im waiting for the light to come back
because if
i stay in the dark with my thoughts
any longer
if i think about the smoke
and the
hands
any longer
surely,
i would
die
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so i hope,
i hope for the sun to rise
and the orange light
to illuminate my soul
and the blue skies to wash away
yesterday
and its 5:43am,
and in the darkness,
i hope for a new beginning
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoesíaNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
