Too many miles

Allysnewworld

 

The foreverness of this reclusion drains the substance of my heart, emptiness swallows as I collapse in,

this frail shell shivers and cries- my being has no control, I act the mirror to tales of tragedy, authors emotions echoing through this worlds air; 

when im grieving and my heart starts bleeding, earth is the only shoulder to cry on.

My singularity an equation I can't find the answer to...

scripts written and calculations pondered, there's no piece to finish this puzzle. not even the peace we all have.

I've died too many times to believe my own thoughts. Perhaps it's best to start old age young

  • Author: Allysnewworld (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2017 11:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Intertwining between impulse and thought- the different stages of grievance demonstrated throughout this piece. This is a personal one for me- I hope someone can learn something from this.
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  • Liberty_Shadows

    This is truly an amazing poem! It's deep, and relatable. i love it!

  • Poetic Dan

    Brilliant! Took me right back to my days of walking the streets, I could say so much to this, but from my younger self I'd say just keep up that write!
    Thank you for sharing.



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