Shadows

benevolentbluebabe

Shadows in oneself, that haunt,

And torment a tortured, broken soul. 

Amongst restless nights, fading, lingering anger—

Yet, brimméd is my bowl, 

with friends,

Lost love, forgotten time—all serves

to guide, 

And wait for hearts to mend. 

 

  • Author: benevolentbluebabe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2020 10:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Those thoughts that run rampant late at night, as shadows, haunting the mind. Being unable to leave a person who has broken your soul beyond repair. The anger swells, the pain inside deepens. But in these hours, you are not alone—friends, family, take your hand, and guide you towards a better life...
  • Category: Reflection
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