My feet feels stagnant again
like I've never walked
And my heart hurts,
like its always been hurt;
have I never gone far enough,
from this place I call home;
in the gutter it lies
full of wasted days, aches and pains I know,
have I never learned from them,
to be coming 'home' again?.
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POEMS
PoésieJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
