All around,
the dark memories gathered.
My pain grew as cold chills
fell against my naked soul.
My tear’s smite me,
and upon their release
my essence drips
to the wicked earth that
will in prison me someday
underneath a gravestone.
In agony I hang my head,
as oblivion approaches
with a cold reminder
I am alone, my tear’s
fell upon darkened times
hydrating my doom.
The devil taunt’s me
reminding me of my
appending doom.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
All around,
the dark memories gathered.
My pain grew as cold chills
fell against my naked soul.
My tear’s smite me,
and upon their release
my essence drips
to the wicked earth that
will in prison me someday
underneath a gravestone.
In agony I hang my head,
as oblivion approaches
with a cold reminder
I am alone, my tear’s
fell upon darkened times
hydrating my doom.
The devil taunt’s me
reminding me of my
appending doom.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Welcome to my new poetic collection ****** Quill’s.
Upon these pages I leave behind my tear’s and frustrations. Within my poetic translations you can find truth, struggle, love, and bit’s of my broken design. I am blessed with a gift of writing poetry and drawing. I hope you enjoy my poetic designs.
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