I am no stranger to Loneliness and Loss,
the twins on my shoulders.
Sadness is my dear friend,
She sits by my bedside as I drown in my sorrows
And together, they all sit in the corners of my eyes,
and the folds in my clothes.
"I am not alone in this pain," I think.
"There are others whose hearts break just like mine."
And that is both a source of great comfort
And great pain.
-Autumn
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
