In Limbo I am holding my breath... waiting for the right moment to breathe again. My eyes are closed, my head is spinning. I am shrouded in a fog that I cannot see through. I am wading through an unknown and there are moments I feel alone. I wonder who I can turn to.. I wonder if I should turn to anyone. I am holding my breath and I am suffocating... 13.08.23/17.04
Her heart so fragile, made of broken of glass. A mosaic from the past. It bleeds every day, with every beat and every breathe the love inside is less and less. People say it is a beautiful. People say it brings light. Yet no one, yes, no one, sees her plight. What is she to do, When she longs for is a love so true? A love that would bring a chalice to catch that which emanates from her heart of glass. Her heart so fragile, made of broken glass. Her mosaic heart. Isla Skylark 22.4.2023 19:06
Cutting ties are never easy Could all that I see, Could all that I breathe, Be an illusion? Could all that touch, And all that I hear, Shatter my world? Could all that I say, Could all that I taste, Be senseless? Could all that smell, And all that I think, Amount to no meaning? If all that I believe is not what I believed it to be, Then all that was me cannot be... In the times like these where reflection is necessary, And being is relieving.. For I cannot just believe and not be, For the truth is mine to keep . And although my world shatters And illusion is my future Although meaninglessness stems from my being, And senselessness be the chords I play.. It cannot prohibit me from living. 2014/12/30 @02:35 @art poetry
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