My World Has Fallen Apart
My world has fallen apart,
bricks crumbling beneath my feet,
memories drifting like smoke
against a moon too bright to hold.
I sit on the edge of what once was,
dangling between what’s left
and what’s lost,
the silence louder than any scream.
Night paints its sorrow in ink,
clouds weeping in quiet trails,
and the wind hums a song
only the broken can hear.
If I let go, will the stars catch me?
Or will I fall into the hollow space
where my heart used to be?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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You will make me think with your poems. Good job.