One cold winty winter
I was stuck
The snow shrunk me in
I was shrivled, so he squashed
My mind was gone
And its never came back
I plow through everything
Only to be soon pushed back in
"Hes back there!
Save him!
Dont leave him!"
My mind shrivles the more i stay
Im ready to go, but that little person stuck inside pleads
Shes not ready
She wants it to go her way
The perfect little romance
Shes filled with hope
Barganing
"Just done more minute, then ill go"
We both know its a lie
She'll die there in the snow
But she doesnt care
Hes still there
And thats all she'll ever need
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Author:
Olz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 15th, 2023 02:39
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem dedicated to one of my exes whom sexually assulted me and treated me like crap, and i havent really talked about him in formal words.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Welcome
Hope you found it cathartic
Seem ready to me
Looking forward to reading more from you
Great start
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