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Agony

In the dim beginning and ravage of time

I thought that I could make you mine

The evenings sparkled with a spoonful of stars

The future looked bright

It was supposed to be ours

My heart is aching tangled in the past

You were mysterious

A true outcast

As the fireflies invade my night

The moon bathes me in white light

Feeling a flutter in the wind

My heart is tortured

There's a storm within


By: Brittany Benko


  • This poem was written for an online writing challenge using metaphors.


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