#NaPoWriMo Day 20: The Sun Is Gone.

Hope flickers, a fragile flame

Nights Lived To Regret.

Been running 'round circles...

To Let Go, Move On.

So many of us hold things back until it is too late.

Desecrate.

I guess 'happy reading' is an odd thing to say about this poem.

#NaPoWriMo Day 11: The Face In My Mirror.

Forgive me as I forgive you.

By A Thread.

Ripped apart at the seams.

Every Page.

Losing years of sleep.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

Abandoned.

I'll leave that one up to you.

Praises.

An illusion is all it was...

Daydream Mine.

Perhaps this is what it means to lose oneself...

Cry Into The Ocean.

Letters in bottles drifting with the tides.

Shallow Graves.

There are secrets you can’t take to the grave.

On Different Paths.

And it's finally the last post for this incredibly mad year.

The Best Thing.

I took my time writing today because I am honestly not feeling it.

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