Feb 2020
Take solace in my blistered heart
a disarray of bleeding memories
for I will rise from the ashes
unharmed and unscathed
a moment of equilibrium
glances of ambition
shattered photos of weathered faces
it would appear that I've been reborn
Bask upon the decline
the memories once again fade
becoming decadent once more
for I am frail.
a disarray of bleeding memories
for I will rise from the ashes
unharmed and unscathed
a moment of equilibrium
glances of ambition
shattered photos of weathered faces
it would appear that I've been reborn
Bask upon the decline
the memories once again fade
becoming decadent once more
for I am frail.
This is a poem from when I was in a depressed state of mind. I always write when I feel upset. This poem is about the feeling of hopelessness and falling back into bad habits, which I think we can all relate to. Thanks for reading.
