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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind

Day: November 5, 2018

Self-Loathing

When dreams bear no solace
and the future creeps sheepishly buy,
there is no time for a tear,
when all you want is to cry.
~
Days filled with dogged wait
and nightmares passing fast.
the sun will rise somewhere.
But don’t worry, time doesn’t last.

~*~
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Posted on November 5, 2018 by Rhymesalot Posted in horror, love, nature, poetry, writing Tagged Changes, learning, life, observations, relationships, self-loathing Leave a comment

The Wait

It’s a small world in a small town.
Steps lead out or lead down.
Smiles greet when the knowing meet.
Whispers shared on the street.
~
I see her face, a welcome friend.
As I do with no end.
A turn found a dead end street.
But smiles return when the new to meet.

~*~
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Posted on November 5, 2018 by Rhymesalot Posted in love, writing Tagged heartache, life, love, relationships Leave a comment
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