Trapped within a prison of her own mind,
Never letting the harsh weather hit her skin,
She clings to her only company,
A soft light--a beacon of hope,
Made to vanquish the nightmares that cloak her heart,
Ready for the stone about to break down her walls,
She cowers at the stings of the gray mist of poison.
Mistress of everlasting pain,
Tears of diamonds fall to its shatter,
Expanding into a ripple,
Tickling the world into a new beginning.
She fathoms not of what she is blind to,
But she holds her breath close as the eyes get ready to slice her,
Eyes attached to crippled souls tormented by a sequence,
Created by the demons on a different plane of existence.
She wonders if there is more than fear to hold onto,
Perhaps a new feeling of joy for creation,
As her heart begins to grow cold.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
