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Poetry: A fall

by Alexis Jardin

There is a burning deep inside

eating me up,

engulfing my wounded pride,

tears dripping down my face

creating puddles in this empty space,

nothing but darkness surrounds my soul,

my painting is mournful,

truly a work of art.

black is the color of night,

fueling countless terrors,

scaring children who can't fight,

Its eating my soul

piece by piece,

there is nothing left.

All i wanted was quiet and peace,

yet what I received was Hell,

eternal damnation,

the darkness in which I fell.


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