The comfort of my tears has always been the definition of what my loneliness could possibly reach. Oceans of sorrow that I have created; only to bathe myself in my own sadness, over and over again. I am trapped inside the walls I've put, the darkness whom I thought is my friend, disguised with glamour, pleasure and sweet promises of fame. Light has been trying to touch this emptiness, this void; only to find out that it creates more shadows, shadows being consumed easily deep down this black hole that I have built. It's so cold down here, sweat turning into ice as it falls down and it breaks on the floor. The silence has turned me deaf, it took away my voice and I have become mute. I have turn myself blind from the world. I could not feel my body anymore, numb in my own pain. What's left of my senses is my ability to smell death that I have been waiting for so long.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
