The feeling of defeat is a lonely and soul crushing one. It hurts when you bare your soul and you give your all. It hurts when you try so hard you go to bed with blood shot eyes. It hurts when you can taste the blood in the back of your throat when you wake but it becomes nothing. It hurts when you spend dozens of nights in wonder but your thoughts never reach completion. It hurts when you share the burdens of your labour yet no one appreciates your blood sweat and tears. You wreck your brains to find an answer but all you get is silence. My canvas breaks under the wait of the silence and I walk away in silent rage watching and feeling the beast within continue to grow.
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A collection of poems and late night musings
PoetryJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
