Orange space:
I stare out, out into the void, where everything I knew used to be. Blood stains the ice as my skin rips apart, as I change for the better, maybe for the worst.
Fall into the orange space, a feeling bittersweet. As I drown out, in a world of colour, that hurts more than the cut that never stops bleeding.
Tears prick my eyes, as it all comes rushing back to me, everything I ever knew, comes back to me.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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Comments2
A sad poem of memories returning and I may assume that they are not good ones. Very nicely done.
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Very sad, and I must say, I know this feeling. Excellent write, my friend! 🌹👏
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