The brightest of times,
Are now trapped,
Inside the winds of my memories,
And even though I'm okay,
Every time I cross a T,
Or dot my I's,
My heart it cries,
And I dare to share,
That I have begun trying to make these words,
Puncture my skin,
But not once has this pen,
Even broke these walls,
That I used to think were thin,
And those same walls are already decorated with scars,
No longer carefully hidden,
Just out of sight,
Underneath my sleeves,
But as time has passed,
I no longer mind,
Such a twisted fate,
Because yes I am sinner,
But in my last moments,
Dying inside,
Not once did anyone show,
But the excuse of a human in the mirror,
Odd how he now seems so so far away,
Crying and pleading for peace,
Within her own head,
And those moments on the hospital bed,
Where we both lay in tears,
a sad mixture of what was to be,
And denial of what was.
There I hid deep inside of myself,
My mind and my body numb,
But my heart had long since been gone,
For three days,
Staring at the all-white walls,
I still couldn't decipher,
The emotions close to invisible,
But with my heart now somehow back in my chest,
Where are they now?
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
The Damning Of My Poet Soul
ΠοίησηAnd 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...
