Crumbling
My world is crashing down,all around me is the rubble
of shattered dreams.
An empty life,
awaiting the beautiful end.
Crumbling
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all around me is the rubble
of shattered dreams.
An empty life,
awaiting the beautiful end.
all around me is the rubble
of shattered dreams.
An empty life,
awaiting the beautiful end.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
fadingstarlight’s Poems (4)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Locked Away | 1 | 10/16/2013 |
| Rain | 2 | 10/16/2013 |
| Caged in Freedom | 0 | 10/16/2013 |
| Crumbling | 0 | 10/16/2013 |
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