A Poet

A Poet Oct 2021

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3:00 A.M. Text,
waking up alone
repeat, repeat, repeat
why do I answer the phone?
- S̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶W̶o̶r̶t̶h̶

A Poet Oct 2021

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I am sorry to my heart,
sorry to my mind
sorry to my body,
sorry to my eyes that have cried.
I beg for forgiveness, for tearing them apart.
As I put my worth in the hands of men who never had that right.

A Poet Oct 2021

s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶

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I am lost in this dark road of sadness,
I walk ever deeper into the darkness,
     never arriving at the destination.
And from the shrouded dark abyss
of my own phantasmagoric creation I fail to comprehend.
    Am I crazed or simply blind?
Where is the light that they speak of?
  Where is the love we seek to complete our own failures?
Questions unanswered, stuck to this road
  please, teach me to live without s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶.

A Poet Oct 2021

b̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶

I hit rock bottom again,
  living in my own fiery hell inferno.
Before I coped with the pain,
  or maybe now I float between reality and fantasy,
     just enough to feel this pain , burning.
My suffering , love lost was external,
    so why is it internal?
I hit rock bottom again,
but this time I am not coping,
    I am b̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶.