TRU KNOW TIME.


SORROW’S LAST HIDEAWAY

(Somewhat bewildered put forth; stands the repulsive sorrow
that gets permissive in excess, and with trifle settled.)

Sorrow, well-used and so severely felt
wintering here with its frost-glitter grown over
in a harsh; but still gave tender comfort…

Have been spared, avoided be spoken of;
to visibly appear to clearly, be a loved one


In these since long ago cut ties; the overexplicit humbled years
inside the unforgivable living years scars
it is me lovingly meant that only death can cure the agonies

Now. Fooled to spoil my life on wasted after-thoughts,
overpower indivisible suffering, heaped with foulness
in this tragically misgrown and incurable existence



I am acknowledging myself.


I have hard fought for my freedom,


for you.




Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-11-06 at 16:38

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I love how five big blocky verse lead to those sparing yet soaring rhymes. Everyone here should learn formatting form you.
2023-11-06