Lonesome and calling out,
Yet lost and not ready to be found,
Hidden away my shameful parts,
The sum of it is never enough,
Never enough; never completed,
Inside the spark fades,
Its slowy defeated,
It awaits the dark,
Tired and depleted,
As he grapsed,
And asks for forgiveness,
"It is finally over" his dying whispers,
Smoke fills the void,
It smells of it still,
Impairing the vision,
Cloaking the kill,
As the days pass,
And time moves on,
So do the people,
You never belonged
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Author:
PurpleGlasses (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2022 04:27
- Comment from author about the poem: About insufficiency and inadequacy. About loosing the fight against yourself
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This really gets under the skin. Well done.
Yeah I was feeling pretty down when I wrote this. Come back tomorrow to see part 2. It is more uplifting 🙂
Lost but not ready to be found. Probably my favorite part. Great one
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