Stuck in these threads
travelersPosted for Everyone to comment on, 5 years ago
©2019 - Nobody
And I will write till there is none left
Nothing of me, nothing of monsters
Not even a shell left for Earth to reclaim
Always on my Earth
I have lived and for brief moments
There is a glimpse of light
This time I was born with a broken soul
I do not want to fight
I am tired
And it blinded me with the most light
I lived and I lost
A thousand lives in my young age
Tens of lives passing me by
Of war, of murder, of fight
Of love, of light, of hope
I haven't been useful and I can not be
For I do not want to for I do not care
To move on from my place ever again
To reclaim an empty shell
Of a being tired and lost
Intertwined in her own bloating
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