First of many in a collection of my poetry. Hurt, self-sacrifice, etc.
Wading through the Valley Of Poison Orchids,
skinned knees, and revealing scars,
I’ve come so far, and fell so hard.
There’s still but a dark path ahead,
so pray for me..
lest my spirit shall wither,
this I dread.
In the arms of sleep I call for you..
in the Valley Of Poison Orchids
I am empty, I am lifeless,
I’m a puppet, controlled movement in
the valley of Poison Orchids
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