Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2020
My voice parted by thunder,
which cuts through sky,
insdie the storm, in grief craving eye.
Heartbeats sleeps into the depths of my tears,
broken grounds, ruptured mind from our fears,
Left in silence, spoke to me nevermore,
in this neverending winter, pain is the only thing I wore.

I speak self agression,
cutting parts of my immolation,
we are all far from perfection,
but only I, can't resist to the burning temptation.

In my hands pills with many names,
but none of them I can't reconize,
drink water, wash them all down,
just another step away from paradise.
Domagoj
Written by
Domagoj  21/M
(21/M)   
  226
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems