“And now I know my heart is a ghost town,” from song Ghost Town by Adam Lambert

Desolation is when the heart is laden with rage,
a soft, pale September morning 
when everything you have loved is flushed 
down the drain,
a bemused smile, thundering heart
and burnt page

sent me running into the arms of dark origin. 

Twenty-three hit me like a hammer
drove me over the edge,
I slept with danger and flirted with the idea
of death,
I knew not individuality 
I knew not self
my eyes were heavy witnessing what I’d learned
and developed. 

Nobody warned me youth would yield consequences,
darling
I became dawn dipped
into grey twilight;
soon craving embraced my soul
and cut my hand 
my heart was a ghost town, like a rose in sand.

I am known not to swear
but fuck what the hell was I thinking!
Thanks to the rebel in me recklessness had a new name,
excuse my French.

Perhaps the only way to instill humanity back was to die
a couple of times. 

I am sunshine who has battled her way through the rain,
poetry my savior,
my subconscious, my one way ticket to salvation
I have come to know that strong need only 
be willing,
this is my story and I am not ashamed. 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest 

For Anmol’s Prompt 🙂 

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