An empty cageA Poem by the bitter taste of almostI am outside the door, peering in but I don't knock; I don't want to wake the past. I am outside the door, but I'm not on the outside; I'm inside my own box where I ask no questions, open up nothing, just count the days.
Nothing goes and nothing stays. An empty cage. © 2023 the bitter taste of almost |
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Added on March 30, 2023 Last Updated on March 30, 2023 Tags: poetry, poem, grief, trauma, angst, sad, dark, pain, abuse, neglect, depression, dissociation, loneliness Authorthe bitter taste of almostAboutI was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..Writing
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