Grave Mistakes
Breaking glass shatteres on the floor,
My life I can feel no more,
every action a stone,
every tear alone,
thundering evermore.
I try to escape,
to drown out the hate,
to undo what I have done,
but alas it tears, out
all of my hairs,
the hateful things ive done.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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