Twisted Words
The winds mourn,
the trees sways sorrowfully,
and the bones cries within.
It's grief.
The ache is too much to bear,
like a mountain upside down,
piercing my heart.
It's grief.
Where am I?
Where should I go,
and who should I seek?
Lost.
I tripped and blood flowed,
like rivers in my leg.
But no tears was in existence.
Despair.
But I still stand,
I still walk.
But, a question I have for myself.
Should I choose to fall,
or should I choose, to fall?
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