My ties have been cut
The bridges set ablaze
Alone I am stuck
in this sorry place
My happiness is gone
No hope to light the way
And yet I live on
Through each drudging day
I wish I could hold
your hand in mine
But away your eyes drift
Too afraid of what they'll find
My ties have been cut
The bridges left to burn
Alone I am stuck
No lesson to be learned
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems 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'...
