Your eyes are stinging;
one breath and it'll come out;
the feelings you hide,
the emotions you ignore;
they will come rushing in midnight.
They always do.
Don't you see the problem?
One mistake,
and all the things you've worked for,
will be wasted for good.
For thou shalt be chary,
everything will be wasted.
Because people are either narcisstic
or imponderable.
Such narrow minds,
why'd you bother?
If you lose and sulk,
will they even glance?
But if you won and bursted,
would they stop
until you meet the ground?
-8:07pm mom
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
