If I could go back in time,
I'd wipe from my actions the grime
The sins recounted, too far to see
With eyes that gleam in nights
And clocks that tick and click and bite
My cryptic tales
Can be undone
But if you do,
Who'll see the sun?
My crimes weigh upon my chest
As I burst from water, to take a breath
I tread lightly in many ways
Do you, my friend, see summer days?
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
