Sitting in the darkest corner of my heart
I mourn my happiness as it fades away
Like a doused out candle
My throat in my hands
Muffling the screams
As hot tears run down my face
Like two slithering snakes in a race
Struggling to keep the pace
Overwhelmed by the wrenching pain
Smothered by the stinging tears
I want it all to stop
Screaming out loud
Bringing the roof down with each outlet
Panting in throes of a panic
Its all in my head
For I am in the darkest corner of my heart.
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Random poems
PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
