The rain won't stop pouring.
The pain won't stop hurting.
My only solace is the last exhale of your breath.
A longing desire I know I could never fulfill.
As the sun dares to bestow its light,
I cower behind the dark.
As it illuminates, reaching to cut my knotted fate,
Still, I cower and succumb deeper;
Feeding my own despair.
The flame dies down, leaving nothing behind.
Not of destiny, but of choices.
I watch the ashes crumble down,
Not a single justice in my heart.
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Poems
PoetryA compilation of short poems inspired by random events happening in my life.
