November 5th, 2023
I can't help but chuckle a little,
Like somehow November has chosen to be my nightmare.
Multiple years in a row determined to be my tormentor.
A month always filled with pain, despair, and heartbreak.
I can't help but chuckle a little,
Like somehow I didn't already see this coming.
It's November after all.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
