Poetry, Short Poem

melancholy/misery/drowning

melancholy settles on the tongue like syrup. misery is thick and heavy, like soup. weighed down by these emotions, i am drowning… @amateur_poet

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Poetry

discarded

i never dreamed of him; even in my nights, i sought to escape him. my days were a sophomoric fantasy; reality too fractured for me, i created a world where it was okay to be so mistreated, neglected, a star lost in the bleakness of night, without the sight of a fanning tree, i crumbled… Continue reading discarded