There was a whirlpool in me,
swirling and rotating at its own pace,
waging a war inside.
And now there exists only empty barren land.
I've been dried up to my core
And anything I fill in too
Evaporates.
Leaving only dark imprints behind.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, there is a pull inside of you, that peels away all your layers and exposes the undulating terrain of your emotions. It brings out all that, that dominated you in the past ,and now is hitting you with the exact same force as it did th...
