The day awakens me.
Lingering on my chest is your emptiness.
This is getting to the point of sickness...
Yet I will bare it.
Grasp it, I will...
For this is what I have of you.
No words are spoken between us.
At least, through this emptiness, I know it is yours.
So I steady my feet and push myself up,
My day will be steady and slow.
All my strength given to you,
While the minimum leads me though.
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2.23.19
For My Sun,
A gateway of her destruction resides in me.
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A Barrier Meant To Be Broken
PoetryA journal of a young adult with a dream. This book contains poems and collected thoughts of their journey that started April 25th, 2018. At the age twenty-two they find themselves stuck between cultures, and more than two.
