
heave and hold one solid breath
inside a room with no walls
silence thick in its illusive corners
this existence a punishment
this darkness made a home
dread feels like melting
like worlds forced to face
or secrets made to keep
hearts bleed when no one watches
these cracked pieces breaking away
solitude and sitting in our ruin
where else can we go?
but slivers of ornamental light
bleed golden before the eye
before all fades to dusk
sometimes there are no words
to explain how we feel
there must be tears
then silence
despair
before we fly
About the Creator
angela hepworth
I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope; I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.
-Madoka
Iām Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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