I miss you, my friend. I wish you would talk to me
Instead, you leave us to suffer separately
As I claw through life, angry you're not by my side
I chide myself for forgetting, you too have storms and tides
but
How are you to know if I am unwell
As I too am caught in this silent spell
I could be sulking in my sorry rain
Unaware as you struggle through your hurricane
Yet
here I sit
and I sulk
and I stare
Because I do not know if
you truly care
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
ПоэзияPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
