In the dead of night, I become alive and livid with the memories I've held on so desperately to. As I slowly lose my hold upon reality I see your hands reach down into the abyss I've dug for my final slumber.
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CDiazp01 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Still waiting for time to take away the pain and memories she left me with.
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Well said.
Poetically lovesick, great freeverse in brevity. Sublime and deep, far reaching and appealing. Thumbs up.
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Well done. I used to have terrible nightmares but not terrors, I can't imagine.
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