depression Blood July 15, 2018 Phil Lister It’s flowing Pumping out Wounds so deep As are my sins Not good enough Worthless filth I long for… I long… I… Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by Phil Lister Please comment, talk to me! Poet that loves to rhyme and interaction with readers is everything! View all posts by Phil Lister Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
…I long for thoughts of nothingness to perish into night … for moments in tomorrow … awakened dreams that ends the sorrow … an opening… a way out beyond ‘the light’ π LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
…I long for
thoughts of nothingness
to perish into night
… for moments in tomorrow
… awakened dreams
that ends the sorrow
… an opening… a way out
beyond ‘the light’ π
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So good, so much more imagination than me. A proper ending π very good
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