This world feels heavy on my back
it cracks and creeks
with the weight of my sins.
I have asked for penance
the one who can forgive me
wont even look me in the face.
Just what things have I done
that would make her revolt at my sight
making me feel so ill with her cursed stare.
Her last hello I still remember
kind and full of love
it filled me with a warm memory.
Her last good-bye I remember
spiteful and full of hate
it filled me with anguish and confusion.
What a sad existence
to be without something pure
living ain't living if you are alone.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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