A chord of realization is struck,
Emerging from your throat.
The tone bubbles out like laughter but
Reeks of cough syrup and sorrow.
Physically well,
Mentally healing,
Emotionally kneeling to
Every broken phrase,
Spoken over endless days—
Then promises
Of progress to follow.
More bitter medicine to swallow:
Jagged edged words, lacerations,
Fleeting sense of
Motivation.
Later, a bitter pill to take.
Yet, regret tastes sweeter
Than another mistake.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
A chord of realization is struck,
Emerging from your throat.
The tone bubbles out like laughter but
Reeks of cough syrup and sorrow.
Physically well,
Mentally healing,
Emotionally kneeling to
Every broken phrase,
Spoken over endless days—
Then promises
Of progress to follow.
More bitter medicine to swallow:
Jagged edged words, lacerations,
Fleeting sense of
Motivation.
Later, a bitter pill to take.
Yet, regret tastes sweeter
Than another mistake.
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