Looking back
A cloud arises
dark with pain
muddy with guilt
It captures me
It's tendrils reach
Longingly
I turn back
Focus back on the horizon
Not today, satan
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PoetryThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
17.12.18
Looking back
A cloud arises
dark with pain
muddy with guilt
It captures me
It's tendrils reach
Longingly
I turn back
Focus back on the horizon
Not today, satan
