Turning the valves of rushing water
Let my body be the sewers of regret
With each passing day, the pressure builds
No manhole can hold all this pain
Maintenance is imminent
Need a thorough cleaning
Turn this place into a beautiful waterfall
A constantly running river
A body of water as malleable as my mind
Don't have a name for this feeling
Don't even know how I should handle it
The water is burning inside while being so cold
Tired of all this shit
Bomb the place
Let it crumble and fall apart
From the debris, a new place will be born
The grave of doubt, and the birthplace of hope
A child cursed with the stink of these waterways
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Author:
Martin Espinoza (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2023 23:49
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments1
(maybe: 'dispirited'
word to convey the surrealism
in our reality's, disparate state)
really well written and so relatable
thanks for sharing
Thank you so much! I just started writing my feelings on paper as a way to cope with them and learn from them. I'll be uploading more original poems so any feedback or thoughts are appreciated
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