Darkening clouds and blurry skies,
Are all I see through my corrupted eyes.
Fire burns while enemies rise,
I cannot see through my corroded eyes.
Dancing and laughter are all fried,
As I look with my decayed eyes.
Smiles and joy have all died,
As I stare longingly with my destroyed eyes.
You stand by to watch me cry,
Hoping to heal my tired eyes.
You stand there helplessly watching me die,
As I tear out these dreadful eyes.
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Author:
A. F. Naturality (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2018 12:26
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Very impactful writing.
As I read out loud, it flowed nicely.
Well done 👍
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