Beautifully Broken

People surround me but inside I stand in solitude. I have slowly become victim to the sickness parade giving it way to ravage my passion and spirit.  

Despair clutches my soul tightly in her hand creating a continuum of anguish and relentless torture.  My vices allow her to slumber, but soon she wakes refreshed with the energy of a young fawn on an early spring day.  She a...

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The blank canvas of paper

the paintbrush, now a pen.

sketching with imagination,

an art piece to use again and again.

An amygdala rainbow,

stroked with water coloured tears.

not your average abstract background,

when brocaded with fears.

The brushwork is so fragile,

so, I’ll use calligraphy instead,

the colours were so bright on paper,

but darker in my head.

May...

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