On nights like these,
I find it easy to pray.
Looking out to the world,
Nothing in my way.
I feel you on the breeze,
I see you in the trees.
Knowing you are there,
Puts me at ease.
On nights like these,
I find it easy to pray.
I hear your voice in the wind,
Gently whispering "stay."
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
