I sat alone on that lonely chair, where darkness crept upon me, and my own fear, my heart pounded, as I wiped down tears, from my streaming face, for no one cares, they only seek their own, all seek their share, am not made of gold, that draws you near, in fact, am the opposite of the good you hear, am the daughter of the miner, her father left, my pains are the burden I alone bear, friend and families never cared, for I am less as they see me, I am not so dear, I am an outcaste, that no one could rear, I grew up in the dark, everything night I dare, to see death reach me, to know his color and hair, only to get silence in return, accompanied with the stale moving air, Sometimes I fall asleep, as I stare, into the constellation, to find the future it bares, sadly am a poor girl, who can't tell, void, solitary, was once a living hell, now it has become, a home I comfortably dwell, my sorrow are washed away, with my night tears, I was tossed, broken, now am indestructible, I am the fear I once feared
©iam.a.poet
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