My Fight
So I wanted to try a different sort of line scheme in my poems, and this is what I came up with. Nothing fancy or anything I got from some brilliant poet, it's simply 1 word for line 1, 2 words for line 2, and so on, all the way up to 10, though I suppose it could continue on in the same fashion.
Fighting.
I struggle.
No one understands.
You are right here.
But you do not see.
The pain teaches me to survive.
Seeing nothing but empty lies and loneliness.
I die, hoping for release that never comes.
Blood red tears fall from my shattered, empty soul.
Darkness covers the light and wraps me in it's veil.
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