Poem
my mind sees one
as fine as sun
the thought is stuck
in me with muck
the pain then came
through horror tame
black thought consumes the heart
Story
The feeling is real, but the lingering thought that shouts in my mind turns the feeling sour and the days after, I loath the feeling and all that comes with it; the feeling soon dies. All that is left is the thought denying me a life.
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Reality of me that was and is
RandomAnthology of poetry and stories with themes ranging from sorrow to melancholy thoughts.
