Memories that start to feel like
A ghost hugging my broken mind
As you fall short on some random days
And a darkness smirks at me from behind
Yes I was going to numb out
But here you are looking like hope
All this low intensity crap
Putting me back on a tight rope
I’m too tired for all this walking
I genuinely thought this would feel light
And here I am, gathering my tools
Bracing myself for another fight.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2026 12:21
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Comments1
A poem of daily toils and travails encapsulated in verse. Well done
Its one hell of a life isn’t it, thanks for your visit
You are most welcome Alan
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