I dont think if I tried I could find words enough to express the depths of my anguish today.
Random poetry
It's not quite like a hand, but more like a vise
squeezing the flesh as it beats,
reminding me of my place
crystal blue rivers scalding my skin
race the trail that began in my heart
curious the noise all around me
until i realized it's source
the lost soul weary of the things it's seen
without hope for the things yet to be...
cries silently in my ear.
not quite bliss
more like blissful hell
somethings never change
©SKW
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