to come alive after night
a dream in a dream
drifting through this ravine
i’ve made of my life
my heart throbs
resentful and tired
guilt rarely hits
and yet when it does
it crushes with the force
of a hundred men
foot on neck—killing, crushing
the life from this body and mind
judge and shame me
with a thousand eyes
until my own close again
to kill the dream
i live in
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
I’m Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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