in my hand, i hold
something that now seems so distant, and unfamiliar.
a dead object,
a lifeless thought.
a hand full of my hopes and dreams.
a hand full of old glitter.
i tried, i really did.
i thought that counted for something,
but sometimes it just doesn't.
i should have prepared my mind for this,
and yet,
i need a coffin for my aspirations.
embedded in the dirt,
it tries its best to sparkle,
but there's no use in watering a dead flower.
so rest in peace,
my hopes and dreams.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
