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Bloody Awful Poetry

Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard

Chapter 67

Lonelier still
As I’m pulled from my waiting
By those who think they know
What’s best for me
Gravity forced contemplating
Trying to show
This was a test of me
Hours have passed
And the world still seems glassed
Pulling me from here
Wasn’t meant to interfere
But I return home to empty walls and empty head
And I wish the same for my head
I can’t wait anymore
My vision has to clear now
Can’t make it be before
I have to fake it somehow
A blow I must survive
Force myself to stay alive
Have to move beyond you
My strawberry scented savior
Have to make do
Without divine favor
My goddess will never go
Returned to me
But I will
Carry on through the still
Fight on through whatever comes
After they pulled me from here
My hope ran from red to clear
And as I climb into an empty bead
I feel slightly dead
I rewrote existence for her whim
She made me feel I was good enough
Even though it was never prim
Nor proper, I never thought it was a bluff
But you did what no other could
Broke me for good
I’m no longer waiting
Gravity forced contemplating
When they pulled me from here
I had nothing to fear
No place left I wanted to go
If I weren’t transparent I’d say I was hollow
And as I climb into an empty bed
I truly am dead

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