ThomasA Poem by C PerilContent warning: poem touches upon thoughts of suicide
Today I came home to a note on the table...
A stagnant white sheet, like a dizzy cloud And it said: "I've packed my bags, and I'm long gone. My car hit the road - and every mile I drive, is a mile further from you. You're not all to blame; it just hasn't been the same - so don't be too harsh on yourself, K? Cause I know you're a bundle of fears - you know your inadequacy like the back of the hands (you said you'd never beat me with) - and I wonder if your tears are already trickling down, like the rain on those silent Sundays, mundane." Looming overhead, before I go to bed There's a storming brewing like I ain't seen before And I look to the noose; ask God if he's angry... well we'll certainly find that out very soon
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Added on December 8, 2020 Last Updated on December 8, 2020 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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