found myself on the margin of the world with battered pride and maimed dignity, he humbled me to no end until I become breathless, peeling away my chance of living and soaked in ignorance and loathness. The loyalty condemned me for the unremorseful sins and the fallen hope, as he conquered and led the grim agony within me, turning into a mangled, despaired self. The silence in my head was another unexplainable, harmful world, folded with regrets that cannot be atoned and within my hands, I held my stitched, vacant endeavor as the silence reigned in my mind and the legion of the insidious thoughts roamed in, shattering me to the extent of my omission and left a tortured phantom, screaming silently for salvation.
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Author:
Kira (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: my recent fantasy~ What do you think?
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Awesome write
By the time life is done with us we are all tortured phantoms; I love it! Nicely done xx
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