Every piece that I birth
reflects the tormented
shadows of my unsung
laments. A framed memories
with different scars and
dreams of sadness.
Penning purged my soul
to a color drained future.
Left a vivid picture of
a safe place to leave a mark.
Free from the fear of the unknown.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
Every piece that I birth
reflects the tormented
shadows of my unsung
laments. A framed memories
with different scars and
dreams of sadness.
Penning purged my soul
to a color drained future.
Left a vivid picture of
a safe place to leave a mark.
Free from the fear of the unknown.
Writing keeps me sane when I'm in pain
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