The mind haunts itself
Of deadly radiation,
You dig for answers
In the ashes of salvation.
It’s an explosive reaction
Like a nuclear fusion,
The aftermath of war
Builds this intrusion.
You try to run
From all of the trouble,
But the mind buries you
Under the rubble.
You dig through the dust
So you’re able to breathe,
As this toxic atmosphere
Won’t let you leave.
You can win the battle
And lose the war,
As the emotions linger
In every spore.
There’s hope on the horizon
As your still breathing,
You hear the particles whisper
A call of freedom.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Superb!
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Thank you xx
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You’re welcome xx
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Hope on the horizon: it’s what we all need. Thank you.
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No thank you for reading z
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Phenomenal as always Katrina
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Thank you xx
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My pleasure
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So beautiful, I a massive physics nerd and I love how it combines both my passion for physics and poetry! It is inspiring!
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Haha thank you, I’m also a physics nerd, actually a nerd of anything science so I enjoy combining the two xx
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As scientist in transition to writer you hit the spot for me …
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Yay! So glad! As a science nerd I was hoping I got this right x
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I really felt this one. Cna win the battle and lose thee war – superb
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Thank you xx
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I can’t type lol
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I understood every word though x
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Greatly evocative. Love your style. Keep writing
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