These hollows are filled with excruciating noise.
These skies are drowning in decimating fire.
The echoes will not be silent,
The anger not allowed to flourish.
Sadness scorned,
Weakness exempt.
There is no breathing here.
There is no living free.
Shadows lurking in every crevice,
Waiting to crack into sanity.
So much is left undesirable,
So much is forever unaccountable.
No room,
No space.
No talking of healing,
Only screaming at every wrong word.
Every expression condemned,
Every thought disregarded.
All action persecuted.
There is no life to be saved in this damned place.
Really,
There is no safe space.
Forgiveness denied,
Acceptance of lies.
Forsaken traitor,
Is what I surmise.
Sick,
So sick,
Of uselessness.
Of hopelessness.
Yet,
It continues.
This never ending loop of hatred and pessimism.
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A Small Box Of Poetic Anomalies
PuisiThis is a book of my written poetry. These are poems that are personal to me and are in my journal. Some of them weren't written in my journal but are still important. They were written across the span of my life and the only ways you get my words a...
