Wet eyes
First before the second before the third,
all the things that you have already heard.
All the things your mind and eyes have seen,
all the places in life and dreams you have been.
Hearts left to the downpour of the eyes rain,
stretching and slowing a moment to flex and strain.
Depressively sinking to a mind hidden and alone,
quietly sitting, softly, silently, deeply you moan.
Nothing prepares you for a love damaged and scorned,
nothing prepares you for losing the one mourned.
First before the second before the third,
eyes raining, something to ourselves we incurred.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2025 15:01
- Comment from author about the poem: got lost in my own thoughts righting this so sorry if it is off or out of sense.
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Comments2
The pain of loss is great when it is someone you love. A sad poem
A sense of great pain at the loss of someone loved dearly, very nice write
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