Love's end, a storm on the horizon
Echoes of words we left unsaid
Hearts now beating out of sync
Promises fade away
Tears fall silently
Dreams once shared
Now just
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Your poem evoked familiar feelings -- I reminded me of when life felt like a count down.. and made me recall that it is better not to fear death as much as not living well. Thanks for writing!
Beautiful
Extremely well done
Impressive work
Thanks for sharing this amazing poem. I wish I can write like you
Very well written