I lie awake,
I look away,
I will say
what you want me to.
but you never know what you want,
just a memory born to haunt,
and I know you're only sorry
because you got caught.
if life is a prison,
then death is the key.
I thought after death
that'd you'd leave me be.
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Author:
๐ฆเพเฝฒโ๐ช๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฆเพเฝฒ (
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- Published: August 7th, 2025 12:10
- Comment from author about the poem: not sure where I was headed with this one; I didn't like any of the rhyme schemes. though, I do find it therapeutic to write whatever comes to mind, and I find myself caring less and less about how it sounds and about what fits and what doesn't.
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