Unremarkably BrokenA Poem by poison&kerosene
My sorrow did not birth beauty
The edges of me perhaps too jagged, too small Left with nothing to create but too much to feel I cannot hang my anguished life on the wall I am unable to pen my bleeding heart for the suffering I could never sing to my fellow fragmented souls My madness never created genius It only left me grief for who I should have been I could have been something to someone I could have healed. I sing alone. © 2023 poison&keroseneReviews
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