Twenty-four.

A Poem by Nicole Vigorito

Solitude. Loneliness.

Closing around me.

My darkest hours are a failed witness,

to the pain I haven't yet let free.

I failed to let you know...

the things that haunt me, constantly.

That was all it took for you to let go.

Hopefully this thing called death comes with tranquility.

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Added on May 10, 2010
Last Updated on May 10, 2010

I haven't written here for over two years and I'm hoping to be able to get back into this. more..

Depth.

Impulse.

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