I catch only glimpses,
A slow trickle
The distance insurmountable
Tannins coat the tongue
Vision tainted by bitterness
Questioning my Motives
Emotions
Identity
Ideals
The confusion steeps,
And 3 minutes passed weeks ago.
Were they warnings in vain? Or misguided from the start?
The flavor is murky
I raise my cup regardless
And drink
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08/21/2023
PoetryI went through a breakup about a month ago. There were some specific things that worried me at the time, and every so often, I'll see something that reawakens some of those feelings. In this instance, I saw that something quite specific happened tha...
