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Ruins I left Behind | Poem

I oppress my thirst of your flesh,
 
It destroys my wills to know you.
 
 
These are painful times, I cry;
 
Knowing I’m loved, I’m accepted, I’m forgiven,
 
Thinking of all ruins I left behind of times,
 
Craving a life beside you unforeseen,
 
What do I become again,
 
If not of now, Deathra, a monster.
 
 
These concrete walls scream, not anxiety,
 
Its instincts that speaks rubbish,
 
Its uncertainty I must endure,
 
What do I become again,
 
If not of now, Deathra, a person.

©sjwordsmith
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