Longing for this tranquility
a space to call my own..
Magenta sky touches the spectrum within a core,
deeply massaged,
taking away the ache.
Glancing at the cycle,
wheels turning, grind to an abrupt halt..
Knee's grazed as a heart skinned
even that started to bleed.
lilac silk rested over the chair,
where often I would sit and stare
from the window covered in webs
creating a trap that I often fell into
called despair...



And you've rhymed!
That last verse really pulls it together well, fantastic work as always. All the best in the contest
I did it hehe




I stand in awe. Love the starting and ending..Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece with me!


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