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Melancholy Dreams

Poetry

My poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.

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by KhalenWimes

by KhalenWimes

I walked and walked

When no one was around

I walked and walked

And I could not hear a whisper

Or a sound

My mind was filled with absolution and finally coming

to a resolution

The journey was bare

Negative emotions filled the air

As I walked and walked

I wept raindrops that flooded the city

This thing that I call a heart decided to stop beating

So I decided to change my ways before I made it to the pearly gates

Now I wait

I stumble through life with no regrets

I sustained many wounds

And I am still bleeding

I am still bleeding

Profusely, until the fat lad sings

I still get chills every time the phone rings

I no longer offer my soul to the innocent

I no longer lend an ear to holy men seeking to repent

My lack of patience deserves a 1-star rating

I walked and walked in a straight line to my doom

Right after I saw that familiar face across the room

-K