Poem Vent.
By Kitty_Cipher
Seldom grown winters, dreary in weather. The weight on my shoulders, an unwarranted tether. The weight of this month, of joy and pride, in which its weeks i have always cried. Seldom spoken out loud, as cold as leather I can do naught but wait for the tide. False sentiment, coated with lies, Leading to suddenly cut ties. A coward beneath the skies I lay prone to the wicked eyes. Nothing can save me from the depths At which i have concealed myself. Journey, and see how futile dreams surface.
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