THE LAST PLACE I HOPED TO LIVE
it crashed a while ago
dashed to pieces as I let it go
clutched to it for a million too long
my heart never told me that was wrong
it left weak and asphyxiated
wait, was it on the basis of subjugated?
with a few weak walk zonked, it evaporated
my knackered self emaciated
the last place I hope to live isn’t this ruin
where bitterness becomes hope too soon
condemned walls staring at me in disbelief
hopes I wish I never recieved
my psyche dived too deep
believing in awful leap
here I am, battered and weak
isn’t it better to fall into eternal sleep
the last place I hoped to live isn’t this hell
nothing scintillating here I dwell
grace was repugnant, she never chose me
hope came, my hastiness soil the meal
@talk2leigh
(X & insta)
6:06am
5 Oct 2026
There’s a certain kind of pain that words can only attempt to explain, and this piece captures that feeling so deeply. The imagery, the vulnerability, and the weight behind every stanza make this more than just a poem; it feels like a conversation between a wounded heart and a tired soul. Powerful writing, though I hope the person behind these words finds the peace and healing that the poem seems to be searching for. 🖤👏
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