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Crashes about on rocks
Sharp, cutting, slicing
The wind keeps following
Pushing me to move
But I don’t want to, can’t
Legs feel like headstones
As sand etches words
Into my broken skin
My lips hide from hope
As my heart leaps
And falls back again
A painfully dark cycle
I stand as a wall against
The threatening storm
And I will die fighting
That which is stronger
And braver than I am
Tagged:
Dark Poetry,
Depression,
Emotion,
Emotional,
Fight,
Hurt,
Mental Health,
Pain,
POETRY,
Storm
Published on September 11, 2017 07:29