Left for dead
Left bare without a head
Left without sane eyes
Left buried with lies
Left weeping in demise
Left denial scars
Unleashing its bleeding heart
Gnawing upon wings
Left inprisoned in my own agony
Foes with sorrow
Allies with no tomorrow
Release from this corrupting torture
Greeting me day and night
Laying next to my bed
Singing away the blues of screams
Watching me wither at the hands of this creature
Living and feeding upon what is left of me
Rinsing those bullets inside my guts
Renewing my throats with daggers and spears
Hoarse the birds chirp
Slowly Grim Reaper recites my deeds
And slowly I wallow in my shadows
My grave so near
Hear the sounds of silence
There would be my home
For the rest of this decaying form
At last you know
Written iniside scriptures of my own
Carved on her grave
At ease my child
At ease Rosella
At ease death may it be your peace
Journey towards relief
Now i know.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poetry#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
