Untitled Grief Part-20 By Katherine Lightwood

Untitled Grief Part-20

I am a wreckage, I am a blur,

Lost in the crowd, lost in those stars.

Countless needles are stuck in my soul,

Bleeding from the inside without any goal.

With a broken smile, I blend among the crowd,

Shadows of my past say I should be proud.

Thorns from my past prick my feeble feet,

I wash up the blood and try to make it neat.

But sometimes I miss the blood stains of my failure,

The hounds of my fear feast on me mocking my false valor.

But I try to redeem the reasons of defeat to the world,

And on the inside, I am in scared and curled.

A pain is radiating through my void bones,

That feels like the world is throwing me sticks and stones.

I am shunned from the place I once called paradise,

Now I am in the garden of pain, screams, and lies.

What a strange curse that has been bestowed upon my fate,

Wherever I go this curse follows me and push me towards hell's gate

Katherine Lightwood