Poetry Agony

Phadia

Tomato Goddess
Agony
I stare blankly at the wall in front of me
Withing, sobbing, screaming, dying...
Internally.
I feel the numbness coming...
There's no hope for me.
My SOUL lets out a tragic
b
r
o
k
e
n
melody

But the silence echoes back the cold finality.
 

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