releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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It’s as if,All the scorching pain of the earth and it stars, the dying forests, and the senseless killings,All engorged into one, and landed into his eyes,The emptiness soaring,He has become blank,I selfishly, embrace his pain,I try to protect,But he is my own blood and bones,Selling him lies about hope,The pain has run him dry,He […]