Love spell will last
Cure pain from past
Hand over hand, heat does rise
With lies, thus soon dies
With this, pain much more vast
About the Creator
C Louise
The more attempts at writing the more I will get better at it or something like that.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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Been there and for me, the pain didn't last too long. I was one of the lucky ones to have reason to move on (two sons).