sylviasearcher

Stench

 

 

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

Comments3

  • Neville


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

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

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    sylvia,

    well I didn't read this one; I smelt it!

    Hope is for losers - just wing it!

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    • sylviasearcher

      Winging it

      They clipped my wings the bastards!

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        sylvia,

        don't despair, I've had it with being an angel, you can have mine!

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      • 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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