My sadness,
Comes in waves.
All the memories,
All the regrets,
They overwhelm me, and I feel like I am drowning.
It could come in the middle of the day,
Or as soon as my head leaves my pillow.
I am not safe from my sadness,
I cannot out run it,
I can't even prepare for it.
It fills my lungs,
My heart,
Permeates through my soul.
My sadness takes over in waves.
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Words Bleed, Deep Poetry for the Worthy
PoetryPoetry is how I identify and figure out the curses that the past has brought. The world my ancestors lived in I learned and built upon, trying to find a way to fix the damage.
