I have come to the land of lost souls
Those of us abused and hidden away
This is where we stay
Those of us lost to this world
Those of us in pain
This is where we linger
This is where we remain
Abandoned and distraught
Tired and broken
We are the tenants of souls who fought
We are the tenants who keep fighting
We fight for peace and happiness some day
Until then, this is where we stay
Nyx
Loved this poem 🙂
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Power, raw power
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Thank you friend
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My pleasure, always
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❤
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‘Tired and broken’, but not beaten.
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This is true
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Reading these words, I felt a sense of community. How all of us survivors, are on our own island, supporting one another, but far from the rest of humanity. One day we’ll find our way off the island, but until we do, we’re lost together. I don’t know, but it kind of feels like home. If this makes any sense at all?
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It is my new home Rayne. You are exactly right. It is actually my reality.
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❤️
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