sleepless slots of sorrow send shivers down my spine.
dreadful days do haunt me, down through darkness I find light.
lovers laugh in lavish longing.
puppets of people paint a fervent place
humans humbled by harbored grace.
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Poems From My Past
Poezjawrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
