The smell of rain makes my body whimper
Wanna release the feeling, but my body just grows stiffer
I never feel the pain on time, it always comes to early or too late
Don’t wanna act how I used to, begging for a clean slate
My tears I beg would fall down my face like rain
So I could move on without feeling the continuous searing pain
However it still ebbs and flows
And I have no control over when it comes and goes
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Author:
jewelwrites55 (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2023 18:49
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
tears cleanse, as much as they scar
let your rivers of hurt n regret
simply flow, kind poet
let it all wash away
rather than trying to repress it
stagnant water, poisons us
unshed tear's, weaken us
poetry is such a great vehicle
we can ink out our worries n fears
rage at that blank canvas
or caress it, like we wish
someone would comfort us
we must all, learn
to utilise our Art!
stay strong
Thank you for your support and kind words, I couldn’t agree more !!!
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