The dawn is breaking
Raindrops slowly trickle down the window
Winding in a circular motion
Finally falling to the ground
She listens to him breathing
The signs of sex lingering in-between the wine and the weed
She looks around
Pictures hanging in rows
Someone else's memories
She tries to remember
There was a time
A long time ago
Faint picture of a girl
Innocent
Gone now
Why the hell does she torture herself
The girl has gone
Long gone
Turned to stone
Time for her to go too
Someday she would show them
Ram it down their throats
Someday she would walk through that door
Stare them in the face
She would tell them straight
I made it
The rain cleansed for a time
She felt pure
Someday
She would show them
Someday.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2022 06:31
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
What happens to our hopes and wishes? Do we recognize the person we are, or do we hold onto what it seems we never quite achieve? And how can we solve the conundrum? Too many questions, not enough time. What a great write, hit the nail on the proverbial head.
I think we all start out with our rose-coloured glasses, then life gets us.
I'm bloomin glad I'm not the only one .. life is full of em isn't it sir .. disappointments I mean & you have done a sterling job drawing attention to so many ....... Neville
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