Feathery wisps dancing gracefully through the sky.
Delicate and fragile, yet unbreakable,
They push forward forcefully with the wind.
Despite it all, they are completely untouchable.
Sparkling dots of bright luminescence floating around.
Shrouded in darkness, but they still shine.
A pure ray of hope in absolute solitude,
And while their light still reaches us, we can never reach it.
Everything I want is merely a touch or a glimpse,
Maybe of the other side, or a lost part of myself.
These broken bones reach desperately toward what we lost.
This heart sees farther than these eyes are.
This soul touches the wisps and the dots on my own.
This mind reaches for the skyline.
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My Brain Left To Rot
ŞiirA book filled with poetry that I wrote in my free time. Read at your own brain cell loss. COPYRIGHT NOTICE All of these poems are the intellectual property of @IzzaBeast and are protected under copyright law. This collection is an original work wri...
