Home
Drafts
Favourites
Plot Builder
Competitions
Prompts
Stories
Community
(She/They) Just a hobbyist writer
Zozo
1 min read
Stuck in abyss
Nothingness brightens
But abyssal grows
Crushing wight bellows
Bellows like a screaming chant
But just my own
Just dethroned
With chairs of thorns
And courts of horns
On those of bugs
Beetles burrow
Till worms follow
Left with scraps so hollow
Hollow without flight
Or just buried without fight...
Lone in darkness
Rest with distress
With heat burnt through bones
Life feels of loans...
Poetry
Gripped cold
Rain untold
While bones unfold
Frost rolls within
With vision becomes new sin...
Whispered voices
Memories choices
Familiar face
With nothing erased...
From hundreds they fall
Nights seem tall
Plagued from doubt
Chose the false route
So days resign
Just to follow mine
Powerless to crime
The politics would be the last to resign...
Workless nights
Hunger bites
Stuck in war time strikes
Merciless bonds
Ripped through timeless bonds...
Loving situations
In lifetimes sum
Congruent with all
A dream shaped from truth
Just keep smiles
Must be nice
Can’t think twice
So now I’m happy
Always happy
It’s just a perfect life...
Left to survive
I do all to thrive
But clothes cost the price
Then payed just to fall away...
Never to be
With nothing but me
Just in a dark abyss
But something seems to be a miss
Darkens waves in mist
But silence grabs in a fist
All seems strange
Strings pulls from stings
Then pulled through all my wings...
Left in scars
Hidden in bars
Just crying for help
Without seeing behind my arm...