In my small hours the words and dreams blur . The thought of absence in my life , this existence of hollowness . I sense all that is lost and that I threw away . The chance for fulfillment escapes with every breath . In my desire for acceptance I watch my pieces crumble before me . My soul distorts my life is just a after thought .
Robert C . 11-25-17
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Author:
blacksheepBob (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just got sober and starting to write again please feel free to comment . Thank You Robert C.
- Category: Reflection
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