Invisible dreams,
A bucket list in my hand.
It's pouring gently,
Through the hourglass in which I stand.
Time is flowing freely,
I keep gagging the remains.
Of a bitter life,
Buckled up in chains.
The time is coming closer,
All things come to an end.
I've written the final note,
That you will have to send.
Imaginary wishes,
None of them came true.
I was looking for a loved one,
But all I got was you.
No reason left to go on,
Tainted from the past.
No more hope to cling to,
The bitterness will last.
Screaming in the darkness,
For someone to hear my cry.
Before I take the leap of faith,
That will lead me to die.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
