Archive, Poetry Dance I Missed | Poem November 22, 2019 No Comments Let me cry to highest, Deaf me to no desire, Hurt me to no coming, I’m empty to burst. What fears I call? I’m trapped in rebellion, Taught me to walk on, On graves of my past, Deathra, give me strength. © sjwordsmith Advertisements Share this:PocketWhatsAppTumblrRedditTelegramMoreFacebookTwitterPinterestSkypeEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... borderlinepersonalityfollowandreadmoreinfamousdarkpoemssurajjangidthestigmaticmind Previous Post Next Post You may also like January 20, 2020 Silence Of Our Darkness | Poem December 16, 2019 The Precious Pen’s Owner | Short Story January 5, 2020 Void Through The Dark Souls | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.