I used to have these dreams
wrapped in bittersweet hope
collected in the back of my mind
where there was still some light
now there are only fractions
crossed out lines
blurry designs
that collided with the taste of my tears
no more light
no more hope
don't know how much longer this
thread can last
its end is close
and my mind far away
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
