Clinging Like a Cobweb
The shock of what I heard
Is starting to melt away,
But I strangely want
To cling to my tears,
I want to hold on to
My depression,
I want to keep my grief in mind,
I want to cling to this horror,
So that I won’t have to leave the dark.
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writers_gonna_write
I have been writing poetry for 5 years now and I have a collection of over 600 original poems I've made. I submitted a poem to Appelley Publishing and was published in the 2018 addition of their poetry book. I love to read and write, and I have a cat and a hamster.
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