Dull (A Slow Death)

This aches...

I'm good at aching poetry probably cause I have experienced it

I know what you mean...

"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves, until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."

Here's to hope always remaining alive, AP.

Hooe always remains like a noose
oo0s sorry in negative mode

hope can be a spring that can be sipped now and then

hav no words to say anything but I like.. it's deep n sad somewhere

thanks for braving the read
I do let these out when maybe I shpuldnt

Love the depth in this succinct piece👍

think I was depressed when this popped out