I choose to end,
this immortal torture.
The blade you lent
will be my slaughter!
Condolences you send?
these words were murder.
You rot in hell, I portend.
cuz before you, I was thunder.
Poet's note
That's from the time of my life i felt betrayed by someone I considered my friend.
I used to feel unstoppable, like the thunder... but after what happened, I lost my ambition, the spark in my eyes and... my hope.
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Before The Light
PoesíaPain... I'm pretty sure no one likes to talk about that. Compared to those who have been abused or those who are facing racism, sexism or such, my pain is absolutely nothing. But it does hurt. Poetry is an outlet for my feelings. Paper does have mo...
