Lights are going to fade,
Back to fluster the page,
In random heat through a forgotten sword,
The water slides, red, green, and blue,
Flowing a thin line,
Of chaos, that will never, remit,
Given up through the course of time,
One you will never get back,
Though regret through the holes in the wall,
The cause of the pain,
You wish you didn’t have to use,
To express yourself fully,
Losing yourself and your soul,
In the process,
Not healing until a better,
Outlet comes by,
Remembering everything that was said,
Twisted up in the fold,
What is left behind,
Feed on it.
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Comments (2)
The pain of a soul....well expressed
This was so poignant. Loved it so much!