The mirror reflects two eyes
Broken, lonely and dead.
I carve out my beating heart
To find it metal instead.
The world had turned it's back
With one last look of disgust.
Left in the rain, my metal heart
Is already weakened with rust.
With each exhausting breath
I grew more distant, aloof.
And to the rain that pours
My heart became rustproof.
But they couldn't let me go
The world wants me to be torn.
My energy is running low
And I'm still standing in the storm.
It took one lapse of defense,
Just one arrow to hit my heart.
One step forward, two steps back
And again I'm at the start.
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Quiet Thoughts
PoetryThis is my collection of poems I have written this past year. Most of them are not about personal experience but of the experiences people around me have been forced to endure.
