8-30-19

Sun, 09/22/2019 - 16:05 -- ORANGE

Altered.

State.

Of.

Mind.

 

No more can I keep up

with this fiendish grind.

I seemed to stumble,

out of reality.

Scars on my wrists

let light into my unscintillating being.

 

In the blink of an eye,

I had realized my damnation,

I'd be taken to the underworld.

 

But his presence was amongst me.

A fire to heal

from these scars.

This poem is about: 
Me

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