Scars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Nowhere to turn to.

Stuck between four walls.

Walls that have gone from allies to enemies.

The truth is unreachable in my world.

Love is no longer part of my faith.

Loneliness is all I feel, yet I don’t feel a thing.

I’ve drank so much, yet I die of thirst.

I’ve loved so much, yet here I lay alone.

Nothing connects in my world.

It’s simple to be buried alive, it’s just so hard to die.

I tremble as I wait my turn.

White always turns to black and black becomes grey.

What to do to calm my soul?

The sun burns me inside, yet my flesh remains untouched.

I am covered in wounds, yet they are artificial scars.

This is my battle, soon to become a war.


Submitted: October 03, 2021

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Spyguy

The war always lies within, my Dear!

Sun, October 3rd, 2021 8:43am

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Very true. We often look for the enemy in others when the enemy was inside the entire time!

Mon, October 4th, 2021 5:09am

DampKitten

If I didn't know what you are capable of, I wouldn't say this...but this feels like you're circling the airfield and afraid to land. You're describing desperation - emotional depravity - but I want to look inside you and understand where you are and why. Show me the scars and where they came from...

Mon, October 4th, 2021 1:57am

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I am showing my emotions, how they are, there is no "why" yet. This is why there is so much desperation here. I'm sure one day I will have my "why" and tell all. For now, there is only this. It's raw, lost, and desperate to find roots.

Mon, October 4th, 2021 4:59am

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