Forgive me not
for the dawn is all knowing.
I do not decide
what is worth forgoing.
Forgive me not,
for the dawn is forthcoming,
and I amount to nothing,
for reality is all about overcoming-
your deep pitted troubles
festering in an over flowing well.
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Day 5 :3
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Comments3
Excellent
This one required some thought. Clever and nicely written
:3 thanks yall
You are most welcome
Wow, Butter…this carries a lot of pain in a very compact space. There’s guilt, resignation, and a kind of exhausted searching for a way through what keeps festering underneath. It feels deeply human. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
bro you cooked with your comment
Like THANK YOU.
:3 yall make my day
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