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Hambre del Alma
Days
just run together like
ignorant sentences
I am a stranger to
my own thoughts
which gathers darkness like
flies on a dead thing
Mouths
open with hunger
needing me
flapping like
unlucky fish
I resent it.
there is only
so much a
person can wake up to
any given day
before they crack like
stone against an
inevitable earthquake
<3 I love getting a solid
<3 I love getting a solid dose of new poems from you!
It hits so hard at "I resent it" that the rest just seems like access to me! I would love to see alonger edit of this piece that does more of the beginning stanza!
Much Love
Ashley
A Good Capture of Mood
"..thre is only/so much a/person can wake up to..." If I had a penny for every one of those I woke up to recently. Emersed in sorrow and a bit of ranting - sounds like solitude. Well penned piece of art.
I know youve had it rough
I know youve had it rough lately. I'll message soon. Promise.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Summer Has Erupted
Oh the flowering perennials! The seedlings are about to pop. I'm getting better each day. May your days be bright as sunrises - Lady A -