Small white lines of indented flesh,
They spell out the words I heard
And could never speak of
Memories I refuse to reimagine
Not in my wildest dreams
Bringing me back to this moment
Contemplating the very edge
Of existence, over and over
Never daring to step past
Too scared of what lies
Just beyond these white lines.
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Sad poems for the sad heart
PoetryThis is a collections of sad poems I have written. TRIGGER WARNING!!
