Everyday,
A little piece of me fades,
Feeding away at the soul.
Slivering into this person of unknown,
Breaking me down, piece by piece.
Resenting this game of life.
It never plays by the rules.
Creating these false fantasies,
Realities,
Cures of blunder restored.
It doesn't make sense, for things to last as long as they have.
Worriment of the past,
Crashes in every now and then,
Burning down the roads of endurance.
Patiently poking holes in the fulfillment of desires.
Never truly seeing whats in store,
The doors built in times of brash illusions.
Elan decisions avowal the people before me.
Beseech me, I cry.
I'm fickle.
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Brown Sugared Sunflowers
PoetryThese are poems that I've been writing for the past 10+ years. Writing always tapped into a deep part of me. I had to find what I liked and what made me, well me. Once I discovered myself, Ive felt free and unbothered. I am spiritual and I am woke t...
