Morbide Moments Poem by Ghislaine Vandevoorde

Morbide Moments



death crept
through my veins
into the world of my
soul
and every tear i cried
felt a burning sin
from the corner my
body stole pieces of
fire
to create life a new
-sadly, it burnt down
again-



©gilly20190817

Friday, August 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hurt
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