I weep
Bereft of anger
Overwhelmed with agony;
A deep, gut-wretching ache.
The throb now monotonous
Like the cacophony of truth.
This sinful life has jaded me out
With this pain,
This infinite madness
I can bear it no more.
The ache so terrible,
That I no longer reckon
Why it is into being.
The loss I bear,
Never was mine.
My hands tremble as I pen this
The paper blotched with tears.
My nightmares
Turned alive,
My fears
On the verge of overbrim.
And I?
I weep standing,
Watching my insides tear themselves apart.
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Rosé Cacti
Poetry"See the war inside of her Of the heart and the soul Deadlier than that of the heart and mind. She laughs, She conceals; She cries, She writes; All that the heart wants, she gives And the soul is fed with fake promises. She flourished her wilting ro...
