Shattered and broken,
Fearless and unspoken ,
my fire ,
once buring so big and birght ,
is now black smoke,
with no light ,
walking through this world ,
blind ,
Grab my hand,
before it goes completely numb ,
try to guide me ,
to the start line ,
then leave me helpless ,
to find the finish line ,
Let me fall down ,
scrap my knees,
and get cuts deep enough ,
to see what runs through my veins ,
only to get back up ,
and fall down once again.
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Author:
kelseyroy (
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Comments2
You always have great poems. Keep it up 🙂
this was a nice poem
you have talent keep it up i want
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