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Broken security, better left to fend for Single motives I didn't care, or maybe couldn't Prolonging my litany Bad ideas, and all encompassed Condensed in soil All that weight that had at one time escaped me Rooted in Bound limb, still barely shaking in the wind Rushing in, though silent In the darkness, remained for the time being For a while after It remained unseen, and I never let it break Unless I were to lose more in the crest Than in the gentle erosion Wistful despite my destitute Predetermination As the hallowed ground, ebbing between the night air Saturated in amenity Became all it could be Should it have a will of its own Saturated in its bleak acceptance Breathing in the cold satisfaction As slow and listless as the realization that Dawned across the shallow boughs In the fragile shadows stretching across the Few stragglers Ill content to let the ground below Starved fields Go unrepentant, for even the time being And slowly, I look up See the world stretching on It's not for The wait For the post-mortem So selflessly fed that disconnect
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
Litany
Broken security, better left to fend for Single motives I didn't care, or maybe couldn't Prolonging my litany Bad ideas, and all encompassed Condensed in soil All that weight that had at one time escaped me Rooted in Bound limb, still barely shaking in the wind Rushing in, though silent In the darkness, remained for the time being For a while after It remained unseen, and I never let it break Unless I were to lose more in the crest Than in the gentle erosion Wistful despite my destitute Predetermination As the hallowed ground, ebbing between the night air Saturated in amenity Became all it could be Should it have a will of its own Saturated in its bleak acceptance Breathing in the cold satisfaction As slow and listless as the realization that Dawned across the shallow boughs In the fragile shadows stretching across the Few stragglers Ill content to let the ground below Starved fields Go unrepentant, for even the time being And slowly, I look up See the world stretching on It's not for The wait For the post-mortem So selflessly fed that disconnect
Stop calling me pretentious mom! You just don't understand my self expression!
#depression#realization#bitter#truth#hope#life#death#suffering#emotional#sad
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
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