A second passes
And time slows
My mind has been drawn
Like ink on a canvas
On display and open
I'm fighting every memory of you
Every moment
And every minute that passes
Could have been a hundred
Or a thousand for all I know
I feel sick and senseless
My resignation is my death
And my deathbed every word I speak
Was I lost or just lonely
And was It justified
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Author:
MrNobody40 (
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- Published: July 6th, 2025 16:36
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Comments2
I foresee the coming of a bad relationship in this poem. The portent is ill. Nicely written
The end of a bad relationship left wandering was it all their fault and was the behaviour justified, nicely expressed and written
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