Dear sorrow,
You left me so long ago, for eight years. I saw glimpses of your melting shadow once, or maybe a few times, although you never got close enough to say hello. I welcomed you into my life, but you never came on time.
You never knocked on my locked up door or called to ask if I was home. You only went to my door and found the key to my house under the hopeful welcome mat. Since then, you have taken control. I almost feel as if I have become just like you, but my own victim instead. You found my old tears, locked away in a steel box with spider webs and sunshine, and showed them the world they never wanted to know. And you found a black cat in a sea of anguish, sitting under the fluorescent lights, crowded, but alone, on a thin cloud.
You stole the balance from his feet, and he lost his dropped down, falling into an ocean of hatred. All he wanted was to feel the sun on his face one last time, but it melted him away. I hope that one day, our tears of hatred will melt away into open wounds and lost dreams that whisper goodbye.
P.s. Leave me alone. You're not welcome in my life anymore.
-Sincerely, your dearest victim.
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A World for the Guilty
PoetryA series of poems that I have written and that I am yet to write about my experiences, the people and things that I Iove and hate, and my emotions.
