you have always been
that darkness
looming
waiting, like a home
right there
an open field with soft grass
upon which I may lay
my weary head
but this home is gone, I
destroyed you
and now ahead of me
I walk the flow alone
solitary steps
keeping tight to my sides
a black hole
devouring life in its
rich, messy song
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
