Concrete Walls

Lonesome I sit wrapped in a thick blanket quietly in the corner of my new room built of cold concrete, while folding my scarred legs against my small chest crying along with the god I once prayed to, His tears slip through the broken window piercing my pale skin, the bruised clouds cover the moon creating curtains of blackness that consume the atmosphere that surrounds me, not even the dying candle's flame could penetrate the dark.

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[HeavenSunArcadez]

very poetically written... loneliness sometimes brings us to this state of mind literally... especially after a tragedy has taken place... we feel enveloped into a living darkness, where not even a glint of light can even puncture the black mass... its like trying to get relief when your consumed in fire from a drop of water ... when your in that deep everything seems helpless... and only divine intervention can sometimes rescue us from those briar's of blank space...loved your write great work