Stench

sylviasearcher

 

 

I miss hope
As my feet sink
In muds
And I embrace
The empty still

Is here so bad?
The birds still sing
The sun rises
And the night rests
Good enough?

After all
I am the conjurer
Of dark
And unrest
Born bad?

Unworthy
Nothing
Rotten
Rank
Rabid

Made my bed
Made my fucking bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

I miss hope
Hope was not for me

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2020 04:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Neville


    I dont suppose there is any point in saying things can only get better ..

    okay, I thought not, but pushed the button anyway..

  • peto

    Love how you question almost as much as you state when writing
    Another top read

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Peto

      I was having a bad hair day or some other first world problem it seems?

      🤔😝



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