Wicked vines grow deep in the heart
Of an angry soul.
Hearts pulled apart by the weight
and want of normal life .
Such vicious words cut deep leaving stains
and scars that breed and fester for
Later battles fuel, sad and sickened by it all.
Simply tired, worn out, you win!
Take my heart it’s worthless here anymore for
you’ve stepped on it and looked through it far to many times.
Refusing to see its light, it used to shine so brightly
and now is beaten down and tired.
Satisfied in my cave my hobbit hole for lepers
and pwp hide it all away.
Free to be me but only on my own time.
Yet never to be considered king only
a pauper in ones own home…
A borrowed thrown
Your Light Will always shine so bright. ✨✨✨hugs✨✨✨✨
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🙂
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You eviscerate me. x
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Sorry, it’s been rough 😦
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i’m so sorry, i can hear your pain and frustration, sadness and sense of loss and place in this. that is a very heavy load to carry. hugs )
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It doesn’t seem appropriate to click “like” on such a painfully expressive poem. Yet it touches me deeply. I love your titles.
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Thank you sir.
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