The room's crowded, full,
Opalescent emotions tinting each smile.
Then why does she feel forlorn
Encased in an obsidian bubble,
Unable to bask with aurora,
But too bright to pledge to Nyx.
Tremors rack her supple soul
Though to scream, she refuses
Alas! No one would hear her anyway,
For an obscured runt, was she,
In a world full of achiever's—
She was, only, just a survivor.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Still, a thousand leagues to go...
PoesiaPoetry is the most constructive conduit to let out your feelings, My pain, anger, hurt and joy... Previously known as 'Verity'
