11.02.21
For the first time in years there was so much snow.
Everything was sparkling and white
it looked to beautiful,
so poetic.
And then after I leave work it's all gone.
Barely leaving a trace,
the ground was dry
the sun was bright.
In the blink of an eye it almost disappeared,
but the white on the roofs and by the plants
tell me it was there.
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4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me
PoetryI've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my...
