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Sep 2019
Rain drops to the sound of my tears
thoughts storm clouded,
I wish I could turn back the years
Erase every mistake, every irrational fear
Lose myself in hope
Instead of seeing the darkness transparent, so clear
It resonates, tainting my soul daily
It stains everything I hold dear
The grim reaper my shadow,
I indulge him with conversation,
Even if I'm completely lost,
He'll as promised. ..
...... always be near.
Sometimes I draw from the dark, this is who I am, all the pain I enconterd,
Left its mark, so I write to not embark....on my last jeorney
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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