she stands at the crest of the world
her blood runs black
her soul in ruins
she watches the stars blink out
so she turns to the dark
and lets herself fall apart
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth.
Poetryhiraeth (n.) a longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. | a collection of poems from my life experience | || begin: 05 june 2020 ||
