Written January 17, 2019 9:54pm
What's unspoken
Is left broken.
It's simply a token
Of everlasting hate.
What's abandoned
May seem random.
Or possibly in tandem
But, it's out of date.
What's treasured
Can grow weathered.
To keep you tethered
To a ghostly gait.
What's left
May be best.
Let the tears crest.
Why wait?
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
