To drop the faith
Others handed to thee
Watching it shatter on ground
Asking how this could be?
Things continue
People forget
How you failed them all, and yet
The pressure inside doesn't disappear
Burrowing into soft comfort, retreat!
A distraction is within reach
I form a shell inside
As my real body convulses and cries
I tether to comfort
In a strange, animalistic way
It weaves through the waves of grief
I live for one more day.
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A Few Poems
PoetryHey, I'm glad you're viewing my poems. I'm learning to love each and every one if them, so I hope you do too. I always appreciate how you interpret this little collection of words, so please comment or message or whatever works.
