Astrit Bunjaku


The Darkest Of Voids - Poem by Astrit Bunjaku

Twisted things
call out to me.
a chill runs through,
so silently.
blood dripping down,
thorns pulled in circles.
one state of mind.
one dim feeling.
million more regrets
found their way,
imagine life
scraping the surface,
ripping inside,
cutting through,
crawling out,
Now I only see darkness.
an illusion?
Lost my way.
Strength failing,
Vision blurring,
Mind numbing.
Light, Clarity, Love.
Where?
But the shadows await,
Falling,
Into the darkest of voids.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 23, 2012


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