Dear Wordsworth,
someone once
told me in quiet,
hushed whispers
about how lost
he was, & how
gutted he indeed
was, for there
wasn't any
other place
than
the darkest
abyss that
has been
h a u n t i n g
his dreams
every night.
they were
uknown
echoing
v o i c e s
that kept
him company
in times of
complete
d e s o l a t i on .
but it was the
solitary being
that saved him
from unending
i n s a n i t y,
because with it,
he felt l o v e d.
tell me your story.
yours,
punctuations
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Fragmentation
Poetry❝ You need to get lost before you get found. ❞ (Lovely Cupids Service present for @xWordsWorthx) © nate k. 2014
