Finding Light

Taken Innocence

By Taylor TPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

Finding Light

Born into the darkness

Is what the tarot cards said

I believe they got it correct

Black, red, purple, blue

Demon in disguise

Absorbing what I can provide

Black, black, black

You bled me of my innocence

Your hunger went unfed

Red, red, red

Cup in hand

This is now my vice

Blue, blue, blue

Days get easier

But the nights stay the same

Purple, purple, purple

I will not forget

And I will not forgive

But I will see past this

I will shed you off

Like a snake does it’s skin

And start anew

Colors of my own from within

sad poetry

About the Creator

Taylor T

”A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside is.”

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