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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry RECOVERY SELF

Emptiness; it Breaks | Poem

Are those likely descriptions,

Telling about a world of fire and misery,

Spreading vows of supreme oneness,

The hell and the heaven, true, Deathra?

My heart says, go and find answers,

To the questions that stolen my life,

To give dark holding a rest on words,

All were true, Deathra?

Those memories I dream;

A man chained inside a castle,

A man being tortured for beliefs,

A man asked to leave everything,

A man given a choice to survive,

A woman freeing him of nothing,

A woman seeking his deadly wishes,

All were true, Deathra?

Are those likely descriptions

Tell a story I forgot in miseries?

©sjwordsmith

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