Written 8/7/2020 Before Labor Day
-Today was another day that could count as one of the worst days of my life.-
Barely floating with my head above the surface
Of dark yet calm waters, I ponder
What the warmer oceans may feel like.
With romantic impulses instead of anxious fright.
Ones that aren't barren and frozen over.
I lost my best friend today along with
More than I could ever imagine.
It's such a tragic time of today for all.
I write to document the webbed array
Of chaotic madness
And the escapable sadness
That lingers as a result.
I'm alone but it took until now for me
To fully grasp that I've always been.
There were only a few I could ever depend
Upon and now that's gone,
As their leniency and patience with me
Grew thinner than straw.
Attempts to make amends to an
Abrupt end.
That's all.
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Survivor's Remorse
PuisiSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
