Broken feathers easing down my spine. I’m struggling, this mountain is too steep to climb. How did I end up paying for your crimes. I close my eyes and remember the sounds of the Chimes. The bells from the temples; the series of events that took place eleven hours before this dread. I’m half deadContinue reading “A Grim Escape”
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Lament of the poet
Silent little talks with myself.
Confiding within, for help.
One too many; my stories fly page after page.
Ink blocks and heart’s locked…
Broken
Curled up all alone.Whispers bouncing back to myself.Billions of dreams stacked up on my tall shelf.My broken ladder representing my fractured identity.Breath after breath, tear after tearFallen to the barren ground engulfed in my fear.My validation; only counted by stacks of paper like I’m something being sold.Fitting in? not for me, still stuck in theContinue reading “Broken”
Lows
Wanting to revel in your glorious despair
Yet I also hate you
Purple Empaths 