At times,
It's painful to look at my phone
Background their faces
Hopeful eyes with dreams not yet shattered
Love undaunted,
bound to me,
by blood.
A heavy obligation
Wrought upon my own doing
during a time
My eyes held hope and
my heart
Pliable with dreams
Which have never come.
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Poetry and Word
PoetryJust an ongoing collection of my poems and random writing I do to keep it all together.