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Blakbuttafly89 Aug 2018
The way my heart wasBroken... I don’t wish that on my worst enemy
The way I wore his tears...... I don’t wish that on anyone
The way I walked around with my headdown feeling like a clown
for a few months
Scared to entertain another man’sConversation out of fear
that visions of a forever for me will never be clear
the pain hurts so bad felt like my heart was stabbed with a spear
people thoughts around me are so loud that my own I can no longer hear
my own personal thoughts causing to much confusion this is clear
still I keep telling myself that I’m worth it
just trying to pick myself up and figure out how to move on from here.
Satsih Verma Jan 2018
When a gravedigger
mourns―
the impasse ends.
A robot turns on the rains.

With horror, you release
the doves to reach for
olive branches for peace.

Paraplegic, the horse
will not run― on hawthorns.
King was decapitated.

You talk to your seers
sleeping six feet down in earth
to explain the genocide―

of unborn fathers, when
they were praying
headdown for downpour.

— The End —