the dark stirs and I with it
rising to caress midnight and it's sorrow
there is no need to worry in the depths I am kept
silent to the night
a perfectly imperfect being
swaying to the pulse of my madness
my tongue singing a song of fear
terrorized victim of past haunts
it is with regret I reflect
the city burned and I with it
everything I touch turn to ash
impulsive and neurotic I went through life
a dark art to lie to yourself
a good person unlikely
a heathen of penalty with full remorse for who I've been
seeking shelter from memories bain
hidden deep my sadness
in the shadows keep everything quiet
hush understanding with the knowledge of the heaviness of being
it is hurful enough in the stark reality
where I keep my grief
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a poem of regret...
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Love your emotional spills, Brenda. Can relate to being perfectly imperfect, save for our talent with words.
Daniel
thank you graciously dearest Daniel for the love on this write 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. I can relate, the demons of a past way of life make their presence known from time to time. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you dearest Damian for the love here 💕
This is sad. In the shadow every thing is quiet, only if the mind can stay quiet as well
hello beautiful Fia thank you for feeling me on this 💕
Powerful work.
thank you graciously dearest Thomas 💕