There are more lonely days
Than candied ones.
It's not an equation,
Or a formula.
The more you hold in your sadness,
The more it overflows.
I've got so much
Of the suffocating dust inside me,
It's hard to breathe sometimes.
I'm filled to the brim,
But it's so hard to let some out.
Do I just keep going
Until I reach the limit
And explode?
I don't know
How to let it leave me.
I don't know if this is something that can be taught.
If it is, I've got a lot to learn.
I'm overflowing.
The sorrow treads slowly in my veins,
And I cry out to myself,
Asking myself what I'm doing,
Why I'm always raining on the inside;
Why I weep silently at night,
Only showing honest tears to my damp pillows.
And, why I have nobody to
Talk to, to hug,
When I need it the most.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
