My sorrows so heavy I can taste it
It tastes like funeral rain.
Pouring over headstones
Dripping into mausoleums
Adding to the tears of weeping families.
It tastes like sleepless nights.
Nightmares swimming in your mind
Silent tears, afraid to wake your loved ones
Tossing and turning for hours.
It tastes like spilled ink.
Words you'll never get to write
A black pool of what could have been
And things that can never be.
-A. G.
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Poems for Soft Hearts Full of Longing
PoetryThese poems discuss difficult topics that I or my friends have experienced in our lives. As some of my favorite poetry authors say ( Lovelace and Kaur) say "Practice self care before, after, and during reading these peoms."
