I couldn't carry the weight,
But I did it for you anyway,
Unhealed fractures reside in my frame,
And now you barely know my name,
It doesn't matter, I'd never change,
I'd still take it all, give me your pain,
Time and distance, don't mean anything,
Your existence, is still worth it to me.
-D.O.
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Through Weathered Eyes
PoetryThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
