Tali'Zorah Read Count : 46

Category : Poems

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Living confined

Is no heaven, sadly,

But the wind's touch

Is far from sanctuary.


Mostly, it feels like death.


The world spins,

Shining, shimmering,

Poisonous to an end,

Fogged behind shields.


Will tomorrow be yesterday

Ever again?


And on that day,

I'll use the same spoon

Of a soul forever

Trapped in their tomb.


That's scarier than a closed sign. 


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  • Dec 10, 2020

  • Nice

    Dec 10, 2020

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