• Sadness


    The reverberance of your echoes woke me to an icy cold warm in comparison to you.

    And your laughter rings an awful triumph as I struggle to free myself from your claws.

    And still, I can't escape.
    And still, you win.

    The weight of the emptiness nears immobility while the weariness settles deep into my bones.

    I am tired.

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    magicmanzz commented on tired


    i like the way u write we should write together read mine and let me know what you think thanks mark

    WordSlinger commented on tired


    Power prayer will revive ya

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    juliet2672’s Poems (13)

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    The Crocodile 4
    Forced Facade 1
    Hungry 3
    White out 1
    Self Destruction 2
    tired 2
    Addiction 7
    Fire 1
    I am Made of Glass 4
    Coordinants 0
    Maybe Me 1
    untitled 2
    Fell To You 4