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A Novel in Poetry - Part One

By EPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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There’s ice in my lungs

And fire in my blood

Slowly

It’s killing me

Slowly

*

Hope is the colour of burning things

Flames surrounded by midnight

I sit and wait for the warmth it brings

Surrounded by its welcoming light

*

There’s nothing here but broken bones

Empty streets and fallen homes

The sky is falling down on me

It’s taking over all I see

It’s closing in and moving down

It’s dragging me to the ground

*

The waterfall is the goddesses tears

It takes away my deepest fears

I stand and let it wash them away

For all my luck I wish I could stay...

*

My feet are rubbed down to the bone

Why must I always be alone?

I’ve been walking on for days

This forest is an ancient maze

Lost and forgotten, cold and overgrown

Why must I always be alone?

surreal poetry
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