Lost is past and future guides
Everything is blank and what was has been put or thrown away
Lost is I, the one who sees no past
The past hoarded away gone
I too will soon be gone, it is temporary but a place you said was home will now be someone else's
The walls once drawn upon now a dull blue, blank and no thumb tack holes to be seen
I was ill prepared for the departure
I was ill prepared for our dog to find another family
I was ill prepared to not see him welcome me home
To not see the pure happiness and trust he exuded, something my surroundings seem to lack
Guilt fills my heart as I stare at photos of what was once and now no longer
My comfort striped away not by choice
I know it necessary but my heart pulls and I stagger
Feet trying to grip on gravel
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Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
