that longing shadow in the backwaters
that drifting revenant at my heels
they haunt me
i smile at them
/
some night
some ink on the table
'cause hope
hope is a miserable thing for a soul like mine to feel
/
i submit to the cacophony
yet it comes for me every time
lights a winding path i hesitate to take
so i wander on.
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cacophony
Puisia trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
