By Monica C. Voskamp
Blackened heart
Scorching veins
Smoking rooms
Moving chains.
Confined soul
Losing faith.
Guilty wretch
Of sinfulness.
Drowning soul
On repeat.
This desperate place
So far from home.
No where to run
No where to go.
No one to trust
No allies left.
No one but her
Blackened heart
No one but her
And madness.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤️
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