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"I don't read all of my poems
Some hidden from even myself
Unpublished chapters in a box
I'll never place on my bookshelf
Of nights I begged to fall asleep
And Sundays spent in bed.
In an attempt to just escape
The thoughts inside my head
Trying so hard to stay alive
While running out of breath
I tried to think of what I loved
But I'd just think of death.
My notes were filled with goodbyes
Back since two thousand fourteen
Let them pile up like hill tops
In a place that can't be seen
That I set alight at midnight
Watched it all lighting ablaze
And I burnt away my sorrows
And looked forward to better days
But I still have kept the poems
It's a shame to let them go
For they remind me of the scars
From which I learnt to grow
And every now and then
I rewrite one or two
And give them happy endings
So you know that I got through
And I built atop a wildfire
A castle standing great
With a garden full of roses
All behind my golden gate
But please don't be surprised to find
The weeping bell and moping mouse
For castles built on scars,
Are really just a haunted house."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Wilted Roses | Original Poetry
PoetryA Poem book following dark themed word prompts. See my profile for different themed poems! Also, the word prompts are dark themed, but the poems themselves aren't necessarily dark. Some are actually quite the opposite, you might be surprised, consid...
