I feel your pain two times over
because the shot to the heart
is that you are unwilling to forgive.
Not, as you may think,
what the past holds in its soul...
it is willing to let that go.
You're torturing the future because
you're holding on to it.
And the present is growing forever impatient.
For you, time does not exist.
It is proof of
human insanity
instead you're driving yourself away from
the world with the hands of a clock.
Please, allow somebody to fix the clock.
I can't find my tools.
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Songs for the Simple Unknown
PoetryA collection of poems about various topics including life//death//love// and the unknown. All are my own. *WARNING* mentions suicide