Framed By The Flames - Poem by Unic Cjonr
Sadness rustle my soul.
As per leave falling.
Inside Autumn, structured behind my sorrow.
The dead trees whispers the deadly words.
No, that is not who I chose to be.
I wish you could see.
I wish you were able to feel, me.
With my pain I rake, alone.
In the forest, I am edged by infinity.
The volume adds up to Nothing.
The sale is on, I gather far too much dead bark.
The coldness which cover my soul is real.
To the 2, to actually want to.
Falls my burned out stars.
Broken by a darkness.
Wishes that are cracked stares into the mirror.
Terrified by the monster which stares back.
Framed by the flames.
My eyes bleeds the tears.
I am the blame.
I am filled with fear.
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