There's A dark feeling in the pit of me but it's not in my stomach, It's like a wisp of black smoke, circling the very pit of my soul, not allowing it to escape. It slowly chokes, withers, & falls... So many sounds.
Now I feel empty, like I've lost everything; and with every tear that falls another piece of my heart is shattered by the jackhammer known as Fear... so many jagged edges.
And my veins are like a forest full of bare trees; someone is cutting them down with the edges of a blade. Each leaf like a drop of blood ...So many piles.
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I am a lover of poetry and art. A believer in raw,honest writing. A traveler of tapestry's. And most importantly, human, like the rest of you.
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