It's the after,
when words have fled,
abandoned positions
to leave me exposed,
yet wanting more.
In the moments
where I am stripped down,
to nothing but bones,
it is there
I remember that I felt.
And that it didn't feel
so utterly hopeless.
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Poems written by me. Not written in any particular style they simply express how i was feeling at that moment in time.
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