Poem -
DoorWay Cracks
Like a wasteland, my existence
Has become barren, and dry
The only show of lifeΒ
Is when I cryΒ
Fighting my emotionsΒ
FightingΒ
I will not open
Colors stream
From CRACKS
Cracks in my heart
They are more beautiful than anything
Yet I won't openΒ
My heart is a doorwayΒ
A one that is
Shut
Cause NO ONE
Holds itΒ
Close
They tell meΒ
Open up
I won't HURT you
Everytime
I fight
Cracks likeΒ
Vile Spiders
Crawling over my heart
Opening
Till
It hears the scream of the knife
And it tries to close
But
Is always
To
Slow
And is once againΒ
Sliced and shredded
The colors dim
And the stone
Covers my heart
The doorway slams shut
Leaving me cold, hard and
LONELY
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For Any Reading this is my new Account. These are a repost from my old account of Azogla West Will Sign in later to prove idenitity
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I have a Cosmos friend who writes in a similar style. I really enjoyed the emphasis and structure in this one. A deep sense of imagery as well. Please, keep writing Jason! I am enjoying your poetry
I promise i will. These are my resposts from my old account on here i'm rebuilding my account cause people who deeply hurt me in my past were connected too it. If you want a head start to read them the name is Azogla West
Wow...how I can relate to this write these days x