Twisted nights in alternate
Dreams of fear and terror
Scarring of the deepest kind
Healing from the depths of mind
Crossing into lighter day
Freely growing ne'er sway
Opening to real being
So seen as should be
Fighting to survive no longer
Striving to live so somber
Hoping to ne'er be left alone
Like a distant family disowned
Love was lies before new was found
Hate was truth before new light shone
Blood was elixur to get through a day
Water was poison to grow weak wth age
Pretty thoughts and reveries
Kind sight and memories
Tomorrow is an unknowing dream
Today is really what is seen
What did you think
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I like this. Is this a poem on views from your life, like from your eyes, or is this about a friend, or maybe someone you don't know? Just wondering...
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