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"When I close my eyes.." he'll look at me, he'll see the despair in mine, or the cries, You are standing there right in front of me? I walk past you, as if you never existed. Be that moment when I realise you're gone, but time doesn't wait until it's a new dawn, It keeps on hitting, until you're used to it to the point where you don't feel it. "I knew." My throat is enclosed by the chains which cause the bleed. "Stay strong, and stitch a smile on if you must." His lashes, fallen, mine are full of life, but I don't want to fall in. The world is dark. Unfamiliar, strange. In just a moment, everything had changed. Like I've lived more than the one life, but am not allowed to see the afterlife. We are supposedly blessed with breath, Constant fighting against the dance of death and the runs with the lands that are seen, with an even rougher attempt to stay clean. Maybe in this life or the next universe, I would never have to bear the curse. Things would've been like they used to be, I will make my peace against the vast sea.
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
Fallen Lashes (DRAFT 1)
"When I close my eyes.." he'll look at me, he'll see the despair in mine, or the cries, You are standing there right in front of me? I walk past you, as if you never existed. Be that moment when I realise you're gone, but time doesn't wait until it's a new dawn, It keeps on hitting, until you're used to it to the point where you don't feel it. "I knew." My throat is enclosed by the chains which cause the bleed. "Stay strong, and stitch a smile on if you must." His lashes, fallen, mine are full of life, but I don't want to fall in. The world is dark. Unfamiliar, strange. In just a moment, everything had changed. Like I've lived more than the one life, but am not allowed to see the afterlife. We are supposedly blessed with breath, Constant fighting against the dance of death and the runs with the lands that are seen, with an even rougher attempt to stay clean. Maybe in this life or the next universe, I would never have to bear the curse. Things would've been like they used to be, I will make my peace against the vast sea.
I wanted to show a rough draft of my work, to show that poetry is not always perfect. But also to symbolise that we don't always have our perfect picture painted goodbyes to our loved ones. So don't give up on your current poem, you got this. :)
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
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