Mark

I cannot bring myself to that point
of cold shaking hands and a stifled breath;
when the memory can only disappoint
a heart already close to death.
So here I sit in a cloud of grim wonder,
daring to take a step towards the dark.
Teeth clenched, emotions torn asunder
as I dwelt into my soul's sore mark.


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Verses discovered on a scrap of yellow paper in between old notebooks.
Penned in high school.