09 MAY 2024
Lapsed, April has passed what a dead end
Welcoming the cold season I see no remnant of her
Lies I've fed myself in my pretence
Wrecked by that momentum, April what's to expect?
What do I accept, reality or that this is a test?
I can't find comfort, faith digs at her grave
Facts mock me, damn.
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POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
