I use to languish in the polygon of my weeping mind
I thirst for the fragments of my anguish to mold my center
I use to sulk inside myself and drink the wine of selfishness
I sunk my teeth into the dejection
I use to dwell in the camouflage and sink in my words
I swam in the black river under the oppression
I use to neglect faith and drown in the empty tear ducts
I fell into the depths of silence
I use to grieve in the awaken sadness and never sleep
I felt the last breath deceive me
I use to shed my dead skin in the morning to erase the gloomy nights
I carried a chain of misery
I use to gasp at the hollowness and gazed at the autograph
I refused to stare at the nemesis
I saw the signature and found it revolting
A transformation within shouted
Oh I really like this!
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Thank you Tara!
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Nice
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Sooz
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you
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Beautiful thank you
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Thank you
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Powerful words – really liked this! x
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Thank you so much
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Very powerful! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Pleasure 🙂
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How did the transformation changed you?
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Well this poem isn’t about me but thank you for reading.
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