You tossed your sorrows into the empty cupboard.
And over the years, along went all things overwhelming
But eventually the cupboard was too full and without realising it – it exploded,
Spraying its contents like spilled ink.
Drowning in a black sea.
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Infinite Pauses (Poetry)| ✔ PUBLISHED|
Poetry#15 in poetry (17/08/2017) a formation of words that appear in the middle of midnight or lazy daylight. these words know no hour, they form when and of what they want. - Love. Sadness. Ocean. Earth. Courage. Faith. Strength.- (In no particular order...
