I've seen the darkness increasingly envelop and possess their souls.
Future victims shriek in the fear; a frightening portrayal
on the damaged corpses of the deceased.
Cries from their hearts to save Humanity's fragile race.
But my mind is spiraling, I can't make sense of what my eyes see.
The world is spinning, telling me to hurry.
I wish I could take the time out between the cries for help to end the pain.
My eyes are overwhelmed with tears, I just can't keep holding them back;
Only looking up when I’ve hit finally rock bottom.
This spinning world is not my home...
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I enjoy the great amount of intensity and complexity you are able to fit into such a short poem. Yes, such complexity might seem intimidating to someone who doesn't enjoy poetry, but I think it adds voice and helps contribute to your style as a poet. I love how real your voice is and the truth it conveys. Never let your voice leave your poetry because yours is extremely unique and complex and is comforting to read. (though not in the common sense of the word. In a quite different way)
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Thank you, I love your comments. they're always so insightful.
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This kinda of gave me a clutttered brain kind of feel. you know, like when there is so much shit bouncing around in your head you can't even fucking think straight. sometimes thats how I feel, and usually when i feel that way it is when i'm the most silent
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That's how it was supposed to make you feel.
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