Heavy heart
Once more
With a fresh
Dosage of pain
Emanating
Pulsing
Beating
Steadily
Into a roar
That deafens
Your ears
It's the same
Every other day
When will it
Stop
The question
Reverberates
And echoes
Through the
House of
Empty mirrors
All cracked
And dusty
Teetering and
Tottering
With sheets
Growing musty
From hiding
Away
And chaining up
My heart
That leaks and bleeds
Wavers and sways
Breaks and seeps
And cracks and chips
From a pair of
Lying lips
That form
"I'm fine"
Without
A second's
Delay
And maybe
One day
Things will be
Different
Maybe one day
One bright
And beautiful
Day
Things won't be the
Same.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
