![]() ImpaledA Poem by Hallow
It ate me up
And left me dry. Cross my fingers And hope to die. Pain is strange, And grief is worse. Time's a thief For what it's worth. The ache remains The sadness flows. I'd rather be stuck With a prickly rose. I feel no hope. I feel no joy. I miss you so My little boy. © 2025 Hallow |
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Added on March 10, 2025 Last Updated on March 10, 2025 Author |