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My heart hurts.
It is as if I am seeing my life through someone elses eyes. People, myself, and the fall of humanity.
I am taken aback by what I have known all along. But wouldn't come to terms with.
In your heart. You know the truth. Its hard to say it. Its hard to say goodbye to things that once fed you, but there is strength in resistance.
I got a letter today saying that I was a finalist in a poetry competition I entered in 8th grade. I miss writing. Nothing and nobody can be more loyal then that ink. More solid, and steadfast. I love it. It is a passion long forgotten.
*A Wailing Hollow*
One woe for every ember
A requiem of a fallen star
Dimmer than I can remember
Barren, Cold, and Far
Perhaps we should break this mold?
Then pick up the remains?
But even in the lifeless cold
The wailing's still the same
It's a wail that spoke wonders
To an unforgiving state
Reverberates and Thunders
The echo of a wailing fate
When will this be finished?
Where did it even start?
Humanity could probably tell you.
It's the wailing of the heart.
It is as if I am seeing my life through someone elses eyes. People, myself, and the fall of humanity.
I am taken aback by what I have known all along. But wouldn't come to terms with.
In your heart. You know the truth. Its hard to say it. Its hard to say goodbye to things that once fed you, but there is strength in resistance.
I got a letter today saying that I was a finalist in a poetry competition I entered in 8th grade. I miss writing. Nothing and nobody can be more loyal then that ink. More solid, and steadfast. I love it. It is a passion long forgotten.
*A Wailing Hollow*
One woe for every ember
A requiem of a fallen star
Dimmer than I can remember
Barren, Cold, and Far
Perhaps we should break this mold?
Then pick up the remains?
But even in the lifeless cold
The wailing's still the same
It's a wail that spoke wonders
To an unforgiving state
Reverberates and Thunders
The echo of a wailing fate
When will this be finished?
Where did it even start?
Humanity could probably tell you.
It's the wailing of the heart.