Is the heart made of glass
Shattered broken pieces never to be put back together?
Choking on my own blood from biting my tongue one too many times.
Is this lingering dread becoming permanent or will it always pass?
Do I feel it in its entirety or try my best to fight it off?
I feel outside of myself.
Maybe someday I'll be so far gone no one will be able to reach me.
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Silhouette of the Soul
PoetryA collection of stories, poems, thoughts, and other generally short pieces of writing I've managed to create from my own imagination. Some are very old, some are more recent. Some may or may not be inspired by.......................... I don't know...
