This one was published a few days later, but once you read it you'll understand why >v<
There's the dreaded slope once more
I would have thought, after so long away,
It would cease to exist.
After all, unwanted by all,
Hated by all... begone!
Foul as you might be,
I shall conquer
Whatever traps you lay at my feet.
Begone! For in only a day's span
Is enough to be done
With the heavy cloak of lead
Placed upon my shoulders.
My friends, don't you just hate Mondays?
(September 26th '23)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
