The aftermath was an ocean of black,
Flowers and criers who brought flashbacks,
An attempt to distract me from my grief,
As they laid him out upon the leaf.
Once invincible but now I'm adrift,
And through my feelings I know I should sift,
Drowning in sorrow as he did in blood,
So I lie there and attempt to stop the flood.
His broken body flashes before me,
I lock away the memory.
Ever so slowly I apply my armour,
And raise my head to look in the mirror,
My heart hardens.
A stranger stares back.
(This poem and the last one were written for a creative writing workshop ~ they're fiction)
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The Abyss
PoetryA bunch of poems I've written... Not many of these are actually about me, just things I've thought up.
