With all the mistakes I've made
I can not seem to say the 5 letter word
Pride clogs my throat forbidding it
Isn't it sad?
The only one here for me
Is a figment of my imagination
The only one that was there
Is gone
I'm sorry
A scream silenced by nothing
Even as I sat sobbing
Tears cascading down my cheeks
Devoid of emotion
The only evidence of sorrow is the ever growing knot in my stomach
All those bottled up years
Have finally caught up
I'm so sorry.
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
