emotional hangover
yesterday's anger clings to my chest
like smoke seeping into old fabric
fear pools in quiet corners of me
jealousy tastes bitter on my tongue
today bears the shadow of excess
the weight of what cannot be undone
we drink from the cup of regret
hoping tomorrow will swallow the burn
but peace does not come uninvited
it waits for us to clear the table
wash the stains of what we carried
make room for light to settle softly
the only cure for what lingers
is to lie gently with the present
to forgive the havoc of yesterdays
and love the quiet of this morning
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gray0328 (
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Comments2
There is patience in this poem a plea for one to wait and see. It softens the blow of past wrongs and injustice with the seasoning of time. Lovely
Thanks Soren I appreciate your feedback
Most welcome Gray
Superb work.
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