Head in my hands
Sifting through the sand
Of ruined unplanned events
Nowhere to vent
A shoulder lent
Is a shoulder lost
Oh, what’s the cost of carrying this burden
Always hopeful
Yet
Always indisposably disposable
A heart choking on a mouthful of pain
Regret
For cracking the door
Draw the chain back
Time to react as you always do when in pain
A recluse
When you find it’s nothing new
It’s what you knew it always to be
Never fully open up
Better to remain a mystery
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Comments (5)
Very Good!
Without the mystery, everyone remains wondering whether you should be loved, despised or simply dismissed. With it, the question always remain for others to ferret out. It's more fun that way.
well thought out piece, i feel the emotions from your words
I can feel the pain and regret here. Well crafted
Wonderfully written & loved it!!!💕♥️♥️