Lonesome

Need a Dust Pan

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2016

Days are long

Dragging on painfully

Like a belt striking your thighs.

 

Nights are torture

Filled with darkness and demons

Like a movie playing your fears on repeat.

 

Thoughts are raven black

Thick as smoke

And billows in like fog.

 

Heart so broken

She needs a broom and dust pan.

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Lonesome

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Highschool

Lonesome

Heart dead with pain
Tainted with despair
Lingering for her beauty and loving
Touch for which I will never again

By.nobonumb

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem is very old, i was very depressed when i wrote it
i was in grade school when i wrote this one.

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