Caught in this space between (life) and death,
Trying to muster the (will) go on,
To (get) the joy back into my hollow eyes.
I wish I were (better), stronger, enough
For (my) loved ones, who anchor me when I drift away,
They call out, "(Darling), come back to us".
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Inkspills Compilation
PoetryI wanted to create a little collection of my poetry where I spill my feelings on love, loss and hope. Hopefully you'll all enjoy these :)
