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Crossing the line

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By Debra HerringtonPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Crossing the line
Photo by Jan Canty on Unsplash

Darkness sits within me,

blocking the answers I need.

Changing me inside forever,

killing my chance to succeed.

My heart, shattered like glass,

lying on the street.

Shards of my dreams

slicing up my feet.

Trying to remember

why I wanted to be free.

Looking for the truth,

finding it so empty.

Everyone around me

thinks I’ve lost my mind.

I sold my soul for love

and it’s left me blind.

I don’t see reality,

but I feel it’s icy breath.

I prefer my dreams

and it scares me half to death.

How can I survive

on something that’s not real?

Twisting in between

the things that I feel.

You never promised me

anything at all,

and stupidity is something

that brought about my fall.

And I’m trying to rebuild,

forget this rage inside.

Erecting this facade

before I can decide.

Trying to pretend

everything’s just fine.

Wondering if I’m brave enough

to try and cross the line.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Debra Herrington

I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.

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