wet pillows and endless dreams,
Those tears that turn into streams,
Forgotten wishes, pained hope,
Balancing on that tight rope,
Silent cries within harsh breaths,
Those psychological deaths,
Taking count of every thought,
And every night that I fought,
Forever dancing with fate,
Longing the pain will abate.
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Author:
A.L.H (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2022 13:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Take me in all of my beautiful brokenness
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This is good. Thanks for sharing!
Thankyou! 🙂 ❤️
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