Whispering winds
Wallowing vises
Breaking beyond compare
My eyes show some leakage
My cheeks moisten
But nobody ever cares
I'm alone in this world
Worthless and unwanted
Yet I continue to fight
A spark of hope
In my sorrow filled heart
As tears drip on the floor below
I am not able to leave yet
I still have much to learn
My light may be dim
My heart may be heavy
But that tiny spark of hope
Keeps me going
Once it dies
I will go with it
But until then
I will prevail
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disconsolate ✔️
Poetry*COMPLETED* Putting in words your emotions is like attempting to catch a butterfly without a net. It's nearly impossible. But when an emotion is strong enough and you need a release, poetry is there. Poetry is meant to be an emotional release, a way...
