And so she gazed into herself once more.
Broken and bloody shards of frustration,
Her image stared in pieces from the floor.
Blue ribbons across her pale skin were hard to ignore.
Tears fell from her green orbs' allegations,
And so she gazed into herself once more.
Screams echoed and resonated a fierce encore.
Why was she the topic of their conversation?
Her image stared in pieces from the floor.
She ceased to feel beauty anymore.
Still, they were all cheering in celebration.
And so she gazed into herself once more.
She only saw herself as a helpless eyesore.
Tears spilled over and crashed without stagnation.
Her image stared in pieces from the floor.
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The Other Side of the Sun
PoetrySometimes to see the good in things, you need to acknowledge the bad in them. Sometimes, you just need to look from another angle to have something make sense. Other times, just leave it up to nonsense. This is a collection of poems that I wrote du...
