After the loss, the chase, and the grasp, I'm still here.
During the build, the rise, the fall, I'll eventually disappear.
How I go, the walk, the run, once found fun.
Rushing to my end, the talks, the story,
crashed with the sun.
My dear heart. The scares, the same damn pain. Felt to the bone.
Blurred by foolishness. The choices, the regret. Sad to say I'm now alone.
Shoulders ache to hold. The goosebumps, the search, not reachable.
Tears dryer than my skin, the rough, the cracked, not teachable.
Alone I stand. The wait, the watch, yet time flies by.
First step to take. The world, My home, With a final goodbye.
- Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 17th, 2019 18:00
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
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