My Sinking Heart
A sonnet about being devoured in murkiness
I see inside myself and I watch myself consume
As I'm strolling in the strolling in the junction feeling a sting in my heart
Difficult
Not nothing
No reasons
Simply mishandles
My aims are numb
My heart beats for vengeance
My own life encompasses me in the darkness
Consistently nearer as steps I take for my cushioned heart to tumble down and attempt to embrace with torment
Something to fill this opening as the consuming tissue sidestep my skin
I shallowed fuel to feel good
As it assumes control over me
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Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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