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POEM 302: THERE'S TOMORROW

Scars:
There are scars in places I haven't seen,
your heart,
your voice,
your blank stares.

Nightmares:
There are nights you wish you couldn't dream,
last night,
tonight,
every other night.

Unloved:
There are things which were taken away,
the love you gave,
the love you received.

Memories:
There are losses that will always stay,
Hangover of stolen kisses,
Leftovers of broken promises.

Depression:
There are moments you want to die,
Because lack
Because loss
Because limitations

Numb:
There are times you're too tired to cry,
You're used to pain
You're one with darkness
You're at peace with your demons.

Introverted:
There are feelings no one will understand,
The silence of your screams,
The tears you mask behind smiles,
The poems you write for love.

Bent:
There are burdens that don't let you stand,
A heart laden with grief
A back bent by burdens unshared.

Expectations:
There are people that broke your faith,
The first,
Sweetness,
The rest.

Habits:
There are monsters that keep you encaged,
The naivety,
Vain flirting,
Dead doctrines.

Human:
There are nights when you let yourself grieve,
Howl at the moon,
Groan until you're blue.

Rhetoric:
There are all these unhappy things and sorrow,
Why does the good man see bad days?
Why does the wicked see good days?

Hope:
In all these, there's also tomorrow,
So inhale,
Then exhale,
And then, fuck it!

This is not a poem.

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#Pengician #SSA

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