The Broken Stories Everyone's Told

Blank pages drowned in tears
Faint cries far from ears
Bleakly wailing in the night
Hardly keeping up a fight
Tears dry; now the page is stained
Throats close, scarred with pain
Hearts fill with agony
Hearts drop like peonies
Terror walks the halls
Sounding a resonate call
Past furors left to dust
Past happiness left to rust
Lovers snapped in my hands
Paintings broken in my plans
So this is all I’ve to deal with
The story’s told and this is the end of it
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Quite an old poem, I wrote it last year.