Maybe I'm edging my way closer.
The sleep is endless,
We all look so peaceful.
One goes there at the hands of others.
But I fear not someone else's hands.
Things can get better,
But sometimes,
Sometimes it's not worth holding on to see it.
Maybe I will see red pour down these walls again.
Why are these walls so damn thin.
How come every time the holes are repaired,
We still see where they broke.
But why,
Why,
I know why.
I know why they broke.
It seems so simple,
So oblivious.
From the inside.
The only issue is how.
I want to go simply.
Find my wings and fly.
Listen.
I am sorry.
To a point,
For giving up to fly.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
