Self denial
Mauling through my bones
Running the maze
An end never to be sought
To a war fought for eternity
Excrutiating pain
Piercing thoughts
Flinging memories
Clinging on the verge
The howling,a sign of the breaking
The moon once full now filled with gloom
Once of gullible trait
My compeers flee from thee
Bereft of all I had and knew
My esteem bears witness.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
