Deep into the night, where many shadows reside;
Lay a restless being, whose heart weeps in sadness.
Many times have the tears rolled down a face creased with everlasting sorrow.
This figure, this body, this life, and this darkness;
Unwelcomed and disturbing, like a fox in a hen house.
It hurts; the pain, unlike any flesh wound ever inflicted upon this body.
The stars shine ever so brightly, despite the raging war within this mind.
Wishing to sprout wings and fly away to another place,
To find peace in a secret garden made for sleepless nights like these.
Will the pain ever end? Will this life last? Why me? I'm so tired.
This soul is damaged, shattered, and unmendable despite the various efforts to piece it back.
I hear it, Mozart's Moonlight Sonata; it lures me in like a siren's song.
I'll be here, if someone needs a good listener :))
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Poems
PoesiaBecause I tend to write random stuff in my phone whenever I feel sad. Some will vary, depending on what I feel, but they won't be as good as the angsty ones. I'm not a consistent author, so I'll post if I'm proud of what I wrote. Thanks :)
