The ocean before her, ruby red
Reflects the sanguine skies above.
She made the bloody sand her last bed,
The salty spray her last kiss of love.
Born out of spite, brought up in hate
She did her best to raise above the gutter.
But if she can't escape this accursed fate,
She won't be dragged back into the sewer.
The waves before her are ruby red,
Her dreams desecrated, forever clipped.
12/08/2014
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The Darker Side
PoesíaThese are darker thoughts I wrote, exploring bleaker emotions. Abuse, Broken spirit, broken heart, loss, depression, loneliness and more... I'd like to think we use negative experiences to become stronger and to develop compassion and understandin...
