Poetic Torment
I sit still, emotionless, empty, with a smile at the break of my mouth...
not taking breath, as if air was sin.
I feel a torment that’s darker than death, but light it still renders....
cancer is my poetic torment within.
I feel no need, to move from shadows of which I’m kept. Lifeless...
but immortal in my vicious world
I merely am made of stone cold soul, forever and ever alone...
I’m hurled, twirled, swirled
I am now light bending over a horizon, how have i become this...
I'm release from my rock
the silence is now not deafening, and shadows become energy...
my poetic torment seems to rot
I now see light as its meant to be, evergreen, a reality to me...
my mind now without doubt
I sit still, emotionless, empty with a smile at the break of my mouth...
forever my poetic torment is out
R.I.P Forever
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