It Was Then, Staring Into The Tragedy,
That My Eyes First Became Darkness Enshrouded.
The Stygian, "Painfilled."

I freely admit to being a poem junkie. I love to write, and I love to read other's work...
These are poems I've come across while online. The majority of them
are written by people younger than myself,
and whether it's the startling imagery or deep emotions,
they're beautiful because they make you feel...


:: I rot in my skin as a piece of me dies everyday ::

:: I'm lost in the silence of my sorrow ::

:: Each crystalline tear that falls to my pillow has an image of you trapped within it ::

:: You've broken my heart, what else could you ask for? ::

:: When the light fades away, your heart pours out ::

:: We slay another part of our identity just to conform to norms we do not understand ::

:: How did I yearn to take the pleasure of your pain ::

:: With sanity fading silently, how much of you has been lost? ::


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