Buried Within
Buried Within
Here I am
Wallowing in self pity
hoping that the loud music
will drown the voices
that whisper of vices I do not wish to indulge in
Hopefully it will burn the bridges to the
ties that bind me to the unknown
Where it's dark and scary
No more hello's from the other side
But there's more..
More of the hate
So much that it engulfs
the blooming flowers in spring
When will the rain come
to wash it all away
to rid us of the filth
rotting away in our hearts
When will the sun brighten the horizon again,
When will it bless us with it's glorious sunshine..
Maybe then, that will be my last.
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Abbas
Nice piece.
180 wk ago
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RK
👍🏿
180 wk ago
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Hillary
Nice piece
180 wk ago
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Milly Seroney
Awesome 😊
180 wk ago
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Getty
This is so deep. I like it.
180 wk ago
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Shania
Deep one
180 wk ago
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Angellah Nyamai
Great pieces have read from this platform. I would like to join and post my piece or more too. Thanks
161 wk ago