Maybe tis as they say

Thee soul yearns for angst

Yet ache it does

Ache it does


To discourse casually through this pain

Thee heart is weak

Yet thou is needed

Thou is loved


Thy name is enough to set thee aflutter

Not a fan of confrontation

Yet what does thou know?

What does thou think?


Drowning in the regrets and what ifs

Thee wounds run deep

Yet is it too late?

Can we clean the slate?


3 responses

  1. Hey Sleepy! Great to see another post from you.

    Love this poem.

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    1. Thanks Alastair 😀 I’m glad I still have you as a reader ❤ you're a true rock. Thanks for always being so supportive

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      1. You’re welcome 🙂 When I saw you pop up in my emails, I had to come and have a read 🙂

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