poetryMy Begging Will: My eyes see nothing but darkness
While my heart feels nothing but sorrow
There is an emptiness in my soul
Each minute that is wasted
It becomes even more hollow
I am awakened by the clamoring sou
My Poetry: Poetry
So second nature to me
So easily done
Yet never enough
Never good enough
I can only express sorrow through poetry
Only in agonizing pain do I feel release through poetry
I am not good at
Deep Inside: Why such confusion?
I should know myself better than anyone else
Why do I not know the dealings of my own soul?
What actions can I take?
Should I cry on the inside or bear it all on the outside?
These Pieces of Me: Scattered pieces of my soul
Left where I have been hurt
There are pieces of me everywhere
The pain
The sadness
Are there any positive parts of me?
There are, I know there should be
Laughter
Ha
Untitled Prayer:
Again and Again
I have struck a nerve like a harp
Demanding of purpose
Questioning the abandonment
I needed you
You came years later
An evil omen
A hovering presence
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