Untitled Grief Part-17 By Katherine Lightwood

Untitled Grief Part-17

By Katherine Lightwood

They say my mind is a nasty place,

It's a hell on earth to where I race,

Reasons are always there that I can't explain,

My eyes lack tears now that once had rain.

I am claimed for a felony that I haven't done,

Wraith of darkness is near, happiness has already gone.

Walked out from the crystal city I once called home,

Wanderer of hell I've become so that I can freely roam.

Bounded by the shackles of sorrow and tyranny,

Once lived in the land of paradise that was always sunny.

Now I walked through the shadows bearing my shame,

Which they often misunderstood and say that it is lame.

So close to the great demise yet so far away,

Wish I had a bit of strength left and I wish I could say.

But my words fall on the ground and shatter like glass,

I am watching my life passing by and I am still a lonely lass.

Life has run far ahead of me while I was counting stars,
A tale of defeat would be written with black ink in my memoirs. 

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Katherine Lightwood