I chew branches,
cut broccoli,
I like the cold
now, a little.
For a while,
it leaves them still.
The sky fell entirely
and they didn't warn us.
Waste of hours.
Cronus goes backward.
I would like to take care of them all.
Impotence
devoured me and spat me out:
useless,
made me understand
that in reality
I crawl,
and crash into everything.
My chest,
split in a desperate scream.
My lungs,
melted.
Was it the end of reason?
I couldn't do it.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I breathe hot writing with ashes of my guilt.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Wow. Powerful poem with a powerful note. "I crawl and crash into everything". Indeed. I get this, I relate. Well done, Damaso! 🌹👏
I'm so glad you liked it and that the sentiment reached you. Thanks for stopping by. Best regards.
You are most welcome.
A poem of power from words said. Nicely done.
Thank you for your words of encouragement. It's kind of you to stop by. Best regards.
Very strong write with some wonderful lines, to me very relatable I crawl and crash into everything, great write
Thank you so much for your kind words, sir. It's so comforting to feel my message reaching its destination. I try to turn the worst moments of my life into water to wash away my sorrows. It's so kind of you to stop by and read. Best regards.
You are very welcome
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