This longing
For a faded world
What we remember
What we had
What we were
It's agony
or is it bliss
It's honey
or is it bile
It's guilt
or is it glory
I crave it
I fear it
I can't run from it
Those days
Don't return
The clock ticks on
Don't mind me
I've still got things to learn
All this life
Goes its way
No stopping it
Don't mind me
Just feeling wistful today
Glance at what's gone
Through my heart's eye
Kind of want to drown
But there's still life ahead
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Lost at night
Found my light
YOU ARE READING
nightlight
Poetryliteral 9th grade poetry // "some feelings are forever ironic: only when i am most lost does a firefly's nightcandle alight before my cozy corner in this void; at least when my fingers hold a pen, i feel a semblance of touching it." // there's...
