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Guilt
The hour struck delirous
pain spoke of grief
and I ache in its midnight torrent
Harboring the guilt of the day
I labored under the impression I would be free
honesty was silent
and truth glare
It was my hurt to bear
weeping in my need
I bleed
Published 29th Nov 2023
Author's Note
it's a hard time of year...
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29th Nov 2023 4:10am
Dear B,
Alas, a very relatable poem. This is a lonely time of year for me and I can’t help but appreciate the way you’ve expressed these emotions so beautifully. H🌷
Alas, a very relatable poem. This is a lonely time of year for me and I can’t help but appreciate the way you’ve expressed these emotions so beautifully. H🌷
29th Nov 2023 4:11am
29th Nov 2023 5:34am
You dig deep into the seasonal hurt that often clouds us instead of celebrating. The depth of emotions here is astounding. You tell it raw and unvarnished. I admire you so much for telling it like it is.
John
John
29th Nov 2023 12:07pm
A tough time for so many and you capture the emotion and trials of it all masterfully in your words. A true artist.
