Poetry Brain-dump

AliceNWeb

Creative Endeavoring
There is so much pain and so little words, the ones who would listen are few. When pain is a lifestyle and you feel like you're drowning - no life preserver to save you. This is the Silent Sorrow and an old friend; I keep hearing it's whispers and the cold, gentle embrace of its presence. I keep reaching as if someone is there but the only answer is the echo I left behind. When you dance with the deep blue it feels like the only thing you'll ever know. It's no labyrinth but just as easy to lose yourself.
 

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