I am fading,
like paper petals of
a dead paradise,
sleeping on thorns
and thistles and regrets
beneath a blood-red sky;
I am mourning,
my heart filled with
November nightmares,
and the memory of forgiveness
is nothing but a lie;
I am sinking,
as my tongue struggles
to find the right words to say,
and I can't quite
make this sorrow go away—
maybe, tomorrow,
the moon will sing,
but, sadly, not today.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.