The Mind's no safe haven,
For one can drown in a great sea,
Filled with forgotten memories.
Bullets of Nostalgia and Guilt,
Swords of emotional steel.
They return like a torrential storm,
Bringing back the forgotten lore.
It shakes you to your core,
Remembrance of what you've lost,
And it's immeasurable cost.
(Idk if this was previously published, but yeah I wrote it back in August 2020 or earlier)
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amber daffodils (completed ✔️)
Poetry"i stood on the plutonium shores of the lake, where all the poets had went to die, the mountains bejeweled with snow. i saw nothing in the vast expanse, only the stars in a hazy trance, yet when the sun rose, and night came to a close, i saw marig...
