i thought i was healed
scars fading into silver lines
on my body and on my raw heart
but i've been proved wrong
again
i am nothing but sorrow and madness
a bundle of broken, rattling bones
there is nothing lovely, nothing beautiful
or sacred in this tomb
there is only ash and mud and filth
i am wordless on the floor
my blood and the mud mix
perfectly one and the same
i have no value
i am worthless
as i am now
how can i be better
with this boulder of expectations
crushing me
s l o w l y
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wow!
I really liked this, it was very well written. I especially like the lines:
there is nothing lovely, nothing beautiful
or sacred in this tomb
there is only ash and mud and filth
These lines are stunning. I can relate to this poem, I often feel worthless as well. However, you write great poetry, so clearly you have worth as a poet! Good luck!
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you put alot of emotion in this. The words flowed very well and it hit deep. good job.
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