You don't appreciate the glimmer leading you to greatness, until it has vanished.
Closed circuits, misspoken directions, burnt out lights.
I can't seem to feel the sorrow that stalks my mothers presence.
She tells me to carry on, to carry on.
I have no choice but to carry on.
It hurts a bit because I'm kinda confused.
Never will you give thanks to that candle that brings light to your eyes.
You already know how it goes, because these are things that are necessary for you and I to live.
Sad to an end, but an end to the saddest ending.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
