When the cry is a whisper
And eyes dry from tears
Staring into your own thoughts
Not worth it.
The lost soul fled long ago
Into infinity tangled wildly
The abandoned body persists
For what way out does it have.
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Author:
SakreBle (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2023 11:54
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Staring into your own thoughts too much is sometimes a spiral downwards.
Your poem spoke to me, my husband committed suicide and it's been 17 yrs. I spiral out many times. Thanks for sharing. T
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