Time
Am I suppose to feel wounded?
I thought my ribcage should protect me from harm,
How untrue that statement is,
For it feels as if it is being bashed from all sides,
I wish time would bandy at a rapid pace,
My mind swarmed with negativity,
The world is colossal and painful,
Hurtful and regretful,
Where love turns into our enermy,
Solitude becomes our friend,
The light our downfall,
The darkness that feeds us with sinful deeds,
Loyalty and trust dimmed,
Torned to tiny little pieces and thrashed again,
And so is my heart,
It may be beating,
But darling I'm a walking vessel,
Free, I wish to be,
Yet not likely to happen,
Can I be saved?
Can I be drawed from the abyss that sucked me in?
That embraced me with open arms when everyone turned away,
Saved or can I not?
A answer I do not know yet I do seek it,
Time heals one,
And time kills aswell,
For what is to be will,
For what is not to be will not,
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I know it's short but I was trying a new form out, I hope you liked it.
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