The colours are muted, the sky turned to grey, storm approaching, rain falling, I get washed away,
I never offered you the world, it wasn’t mine to give, I offered you myself, the best I had, the best I was, it wasn’t enough,
Thoughts plague me, swirling inside my mind, taunting, I’m nothing, worthless, I’ve left my best years far behind,
I gift you a portal, a window, a way to look into my soul, I hope you understand, something is missing, damaged in me, I’m not whole,
Some scars you see, some I hide, they are the burden that I carry, the troubles that I’ve faced, the story of my life,
I lay myself bare, I reveal my lies, the darkness I hold in my hands, I’m bitter, broken, a forgotten and lonely old man,
Demons follow me wherever I roam, please, turn off the light, I’m gone, I will never make it homeβ¦
That was sad and beautiful at the same time. I can relate to parts. I’m trying to learn the Subtle Art of Not Giving a F#!* so that I quit ruminating and picking at old scars.
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This is brilliant. Thank you for sharing.
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I think I’ll start saving your poems so I can go back and read them over. They’re so raw and emotional, they hit the dark places like an arrow.
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Ah, dark places, I know those well.
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nice poem.
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