It's been a long time since I've felt this pain:
The kind that makes my stomach queasy,
The kind that alters my brain,
The kind that shuts me down easy
Until no spark can remain;
It's been a long time since I've felt this doubt:
The kind that makes my thoughts race,
The kind that I can't reroute,
The kind that haunts me in this place
Until I block everyone else out;
It's been a long time since I've felt this loss:
The kind that makes me start from scratch,
The kind that is quick to toss,
The kind that prevents a following catch
Until all purpose is far across.
December 12th, 2023
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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
Poetry"There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek, Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart: I rip this bleak chest open and its blood begins to leak Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart." - an excerpt from "M...
