In the haunting hush of night,
The moon withholds its bittersweet light,
Crickets' melancholy serenade,
Resounds as tears cascade.
In the shadowed realm of despair,
We toast to fleeting memories that we share,
A beer, a toast to lost dreams,
As life's river weeps in gentle streams.
blackrose
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shadows of the past
PoetryThis poetry book will take on my personal thoughts, voices and traumas. My past loves and life. I am writing this while I am on my CBT and mental healing. This will be a reflection of my sleepless nights, silenced voices, and anxious moments. The...
