Poetry

Blurry-eyed with blistered hands
I fall on my face again
Crying out desperately to you
Only to hear the silence again
Empty-handed, I offer you my all
And I'm nothing again
Another star fades from the sky
Then the moon bleeds again
Uneasy with joy and happiness
The confusion sets in again
At home with the sorrow
I'm crying again
Blurry-eyed with blistered hands
I fall on my face again

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Living in this chaos is going to be my undoing.
It'd be different if they cared, but it's only conflict they're pursuing.
I shake it off again, but my sanity is slowly ungluing.
So I come to you again and hand you my broken spirit for renewing.
And when I finally make it through it will be not mine, but all your doing.

--

It's the same old story.
I should be used to it by now.
Though the rain is pouring,
Oh, please don't let me drown.
And while the past is mourning,
The future hums that same sweet sound.

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I let it go.
I give it all to you.
I tried to hold on like a fool.
But now I'm finally through.
It was never simple.
Reality complicates everything.
A hope built on fantasy is quick to fade away.
So I let it go.
I will no longer hang on to things I know I don't need.
It was never simple.
Until now.
Now I give it all to you.


--Joselynn Diane