I can feel the heavy guilt down to my bones.
Thrown into the den so that I can atone.
No hand or ladder I climb alone.
And when I reach the top, again im thrown.
Wash.
Rinse.
Repeat.
The rain is heavy, I lack sleep.
Past dark clouds the sun holds hope, so I reach...
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Author:
Tsain (
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I love this! It's short but still tells a story. Good job and Welcome to this site.
WELCOME TSAIN ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ something we have all experienced ! An endless succession of UPS & DOWNS ! In my days sometimes I reach the edge and clamber out ~ bit I soon find another situation to fall into. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
nice poem and welcome!
write on ! ww
VERY GOOD , TO SAY SO MUCH IN SO FEW WORDS..LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE
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