I yearn for olden times
Of a breath held once
On solid ground
All loosely scattered on markers where our skeletons can hide in sight
Oh tell the living dead
How husked it feels to live the hollow night
How burdened must the heavy heart on my sleeves feel
How broken pieces find their way to corner spaces
I am frightened in the dark
How frightened I am that light can bare these shadows
Following empty
Oh such empty
#Strength
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I yearn for olden times
Of a breath held once
On solid ground
All loosely scatte...
I long for olden times,
When the grass was greener,
And the world made sense.
I long for a breath held once,
In solid ground,
But the ground has broken down,
And I am left floating.
How empty it feels to live the hollow night,
How heavy the burden on my shoulders feels,
And how broken the pieces feel,
That cannot find their place.
I am frightened in the dark,
And I fear that my light cannot chase away the shadows.
My life is empty.
Oh, how empty I feel.
floral axle
I long for olden times,
When the grass was greener,
And the world made sense.
I ...
Ooo is this a rewrite of my original piece?