And then one day, I chose to start,
A journey deep into her heart.
To search for reasons that tore her apart,
To heal the wounds, mend the scarred.
To my surprise, a child I found,
Caged within, without a sound.
Behind four walls, with eyes so bare,
Yearning to speak, with so much to share.
But each time I neared, she'd retreat,
A quiet dance, her steps discreet.
My heart reached out, but she'd withdraw,
A fragile distance, soft and raw.
I searched for the scars, engraved deep within,
Whispering tales of battles they couldn’t win.
Each mark spoke volumes, of sorrow and despair,
A silent cry, longing for someone to care.
The agony was terrible, even for me to fonder.
How could a child endure it? ceaselessly i ponder.
She has walked alone for miles, i couldn't help but wonder
As her heart screamed louder, the deeper i wandered.
Now I couldn't wander more, as my heart broke to her this way,
So I stepped out of her heart to bring solace to her pain.
But it broke me when I saw her lifeless and still,
Lying on the deathbed, in the body that was mine to feel.
-laxika
Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain
with the rage of shadows past
I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain
Listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way
Slither Slider Sludge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of light a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day
We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight
His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay
Begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear, the child heart crying
I had to let him stay
my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols
And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad
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