The Black Years Read Count : 19

Category : Poems

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I know, I'm not, who I used to be.
Yet this fear I have still takes control of me. I lose sight of me, I don't know how to believe in me, and I forget how to be me. 

I'm broken, that's a fact.
So many issues stacked.
It sometimes feels like a heart attack
With a full body ache and no way to prevent it.
Sleeps gone sporadic.
Thoughts of an addict
Trying not to redact
All the way back
To the days everything went black.





Comments

  • Mar 29, 2021

  • Lovely

    Mar 29, 2021

  • beautiful sir 😊

    Mar 29, 2021

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