ten: recuperate
the pain won't stop, i'm so tired
'it will grow cold' but they lied
it didn't go nor did i get used
it's still here lurking in the shadows,
always waiting to confide and confuse.
everyday, it's been a hopeless struggle,
fumbling over day's work, a constant juggle
between my mind and my heart's trouble
my ache for normalcy is not so subtle.
my only wish is to give me hope
and courage for this form to cope,
because there is still time for me
to recuperate my bony soul.
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2 ; under the drops | ✓
Poetry― [poetry] ― ― de·sire \ di-ˈzī(-ə)r, dē- \ to long or hope for ━━━ ❝under the drops she tries, to hide her tears she cries, hoping the pouring rain, will wash away her endless pain.❞ ― a collection of dark poems. lowercase intended. ― book II o...
