A crash
A boom
A whizzing bang
Music to my ears
Yet none to my eyes
I'm too late
I missed it
No fireworks for me.
But the day was ruined
Long before now
And now I sit under the light of the stars
Wondering
Waiting
Trying not the feel the ache inside
But reality returns soon
I rise
And go inside.
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
