Dark Poem, MISCELLANEOUS, POETRY

Echoes of pain.

Caught in the remote winds, 
carrying sails through deserted graves,
A place where once crawled with lost souls
now lost from the emptiness.

The thumbing echoes of my heartbeat resounds like a rock music concert
split between hard and soft.

The strings that held us together,
breaking from the weight of our mistrusts
and the warmth we created with our need to be better, greater,
crystallizes with every cold lie we feed to each other.

The valley no longer seems big,
for the flooding chaos we cause from our mess.

A skit only broken hearts Will understand.

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