Form Of Expression

Time has no place

It’s meaning erased

As the days pass by

What will be time

When I pass over to die

Wipe my eyes from cries

Scream from frustration and pain

Hatred overflowing, uncertainty like rain

Stains the soul

In which it beholds

One’s life possessions

As I step into this state of mind

Writing down thoughts that will be lost with time

Erased without a place

As I am misguided

Without hiding my confusion upon losing

Yet again defeated

By emotions as I hold this pen is bleeding

Words from thy heart

Never to be understood

Blackened Art

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