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⌈ YESTERDAY ⌋
take me back to when i
was all fine,
so innocent,
reveling in its divine.
rewind,
take me back to when i
was just nine,
so free,
and of prime.
pull me out of this
wretched hole,
to a well,
and cleanse my soul.
free me of this anger
that i hold,
shine me,
and make me gold.
make me of some worth,
make me pure.
give me solace,
oh i adjure.
fill me with your love and
teach me to soar.
this pain i bear,
how i abhor.
restless with fatigue,
too pervaded by a dreamy languor,
sedate me,
till my conscious is no more.
now it's a new year,
a new day,
but i'm still the same me,
as i was yesterday.
my demons still chase me,
i'm still afraid.
there's nothing i can do
to make them go away.
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This poem basically relates to a post I read somewhere where it mentioned how a calender has nothing to do with why your life is a mess.
The outcomes of your life depend solely on your words and actions, not the changing dates of the year.
A new year doesn't bring about a new you, it's the heart and mind that matures with time.
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TEARS OF THE HEART
PoetryJust like the eyes, the heart cries too; For every unshed tear, it let's itself bleed. With its pleas ignored, a part of it slowly withers and dies. So I will peel off its defensive disguise; let it unravel. Although I am afraid for what you'll see...
