everything is rotten
Nothing carries gold
It's all rotted, full of sawdust and fat pieces that you throw out
Everything I do is nothing
I can't seem to find a way out
I keep trying to make it out
I am drowning trying to get out even a tiny bit
The black metallic blast of swirling
Phantom desperation
That makes me curl up on the inside like a damaged flower
Never got any sunshine
Got kicked and spat at and laughed at
I can't make it out
I shall not return to Elysium
I am
Drowning out all the sounds
But they find their way in my orifices
Like a screaming, screeching sonic boom
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Prayers.
Pure heartbreaking!!!
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!β€οΈ
It's heart-wrenching to read. Are you okay, melissa? π₯Ίβ€οΈ
Dear sweet Merly, are you okay? π₯Ί Sending you lots of love and hugs β€οΈ
Great work and intriguing title Melissa! I loved the flower and never got any Sunshine lines particularly! βΊοΈπ