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A shiver ran up my spine,
The sound of my phone ringing for the 15th time,
Your words filling my voicemail,
Calling again only to hear the tone with no avail,
You start to imagine if I am dead,
Or simply have not made it home instead,
The cold north wind seeps through my skin,
Causing goosebumbs to rise from within,
My phone finally stops and silence fills my home,
I sigh with content realizing I'm all alone,
The moonlight from my window causes the silver blade to gleam,
The sharp edge ready to take me back to my dreams,
This blade is my only escape,
my superhero without a cape,
I hold the weapon in my hand,
Wobbling as I rise to stand,
Ready to be taken to my happy land,
The place I go when no ones home, a colorful music filled peaceful dome, the voyage I take to get away from this world filled with hate, I've begun to spend more time there as of late,
Traveling back and forth from this realm to that, and all it takes is a simple scratch, a deep meaningless cut that will only take a day or two to shut,
But I'm tired of coming back, to this dreary world where love is what they lack.
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July 24, 2018
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Over Time // A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThis, readers, is a book of my poems. When you read this you are reading the inner workings of my mind. You are reading my past, you are reading my future, and you are reading my present. You are reading my anger, you are reading my happiness, you a...
