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Gathering Embers

Within the eyes of a damn soul

By KuroHoshiPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Gathering Embers
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In the dark

I never knew the shapes of light

All my life

I'm here

On this cold wooden floor

In my mind

I'm somewhere beyond my skin

I'm fighting

With sticks and stones

Seeing what will work

I must survive

Even if I don't understand

Even if I'm bleeding out

I must become something that I can believe in

There is no one else here

Not even out there

Its wind, blowing

Animals, howling

But is it I, who is hungry

Shaking turning into a storm

Angered, for what the world is, for who I am

But it will change

For which nature will take hold and become

A force that no one can stop


About the Creator


A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star

I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind

Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate

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