Move like the victim waiting to be captured
By the hunter from left to right
Want heaven to drink the blood of my ancestors
Moody nights
The heavy cloud of misery and loneliness is
Calling out the darkness and it is coming
The shadows of those who wish to harm me
Please appear, my knight in shining armor
The rebirth of my being
A new me has to appear
Can I finally stop running, if stuck in a well full of sorrow?
Somebody, a sad lonely girl
Looking down at the floor
Bleeding from left to right
It is you I see in the mirror everyday?
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Author:
Clarita (
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Comments2
I can relate to the message, great poetry. This one reached me, thank you for that!
Thank you. It is an amazing and warm feeling knowing that one is not alone.
you are definitely not alone, and the feeling is mutual, I enjoy your works.
Awesome right a powerful use of words that conjure powerful imagery - blood and hunters and darkness coming.
Been there myself, questioned my mortality, confronted the monster - found him in the mirror!
Thank you
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