Prompt: Glazed
Type: Poem
Their eyes were glazed over,
With broken dreams and hopes,
Their brain was taken over,
By miseries that they couldn't cope,
Lungs filled with silent screams,
Eyes filled with dried tears,
Heads empty of all dreams,
A life empty of happy years,
But even when all seems dark,
They'll hold their head high,
They won't fall apart,
And someday soon they'll fly
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A Handful of Night: A Collection of Short Stories and Poems
Short StoryTo improve my writing I came up with a different prompt for each day of the year. I'll either write a short story, poem, or just any piece of writing each day and publish it here. Feel free to use these prompts. Feedback is always welcomed!
