Alone again, I'm pushing them away,
Staring at the ceiling, tears poised to fall.
I'm lost again,
I thought I got past this.
Here we go again,
Locking them out, numbing the sting.
Too much to bear, my soul seeks release,
Though I dread to hurt them.
Becoming the architect of their hatred,
They forget my presence for a while.
Everything I wished against,
Yet I must allow it happen.
I'm prepared to let go,
Grow my wings, be one with the stars.
Though hell and I, a match made in heaven,
My home to be, where I belong.
The wounds I caused, the guilt I felt,
My doing inflict losses, deep and scarred.
Regret sinks deep, though tucked away it remains,
It's my time to be merged with the stars, unwarred.
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My attempts at poetry....
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Are met with blank stares As I struggle to convey Emotions and thoughts with care Rhyme schemes and syllables I twist and I bind Hoping one day to find The perfect words to unwind
