When I look in the mirror,
I try to see me,
But it never gets clearer.
Wipe the smudges away but unsatisfied.
Attempt to see myself,
But it looks like I died.
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Turn off the lights and slip under
The covers,
Never forgetting my blunders.
The quietness of the room is like deep space,
Silent and filled with
Things collapsing without a trace.
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Fall asleep and light's absence is present,
Abyss. Nothing too bad,
I just wish I knew what it all meant.
The power and radiance I feel is extreme.
Me within an amass of shade, but incredibly
Lonesome. Almost wants to make me scream.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
