My happy times are far and few
When I feel it, a pit grows in my stomach
My smile fades
And I stare at the floor
Dizzy with dread
Reminding me my life is waiting for me
The instant the moment is gone
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Powems
PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
