Poems from Cael Adams

young mediocre poet
Nostalgia always comes at the end of the year, as a reminder of all the things you meant to do. Each year, I look outside the same window,...
Red blood Turns, dead and black, dripping from my cuts Pulses behind inky bruises, harbored like trophies Pumps through my life-force,...
I can not only hear my heartbeat, but feel it too Like a tree, it's roots give and take my blood throughout my body My blood, My sweet...
Everyday I am better than I was yesterday Every couple months, I feel the changes For the better It's a slow burn, but I am aware this is...
I dread seeing the face of someone I used to care for I fear that all the happiness will flood back, and then turn into deep longing that...

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