Steps taken, tears shed.
Sadly, I watch as you go.
Your absence, my lost.
YOU ARE READING
her gloom
Puisi"I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite...
Stained Memories
Steps taken, tears shed.
Sadly, I watch as you go.
Your absence, my lost.
