"Trade"

Aftermath of triumph, after a bad breakup.

Love has no gain; I alone, the profit. This place I embrace, seems so temporary. And gain rhymes with pain; there is no way to stop it, but still I won’t trace my steps to sanctuary. Falling so far down; Has never felt so right. Resonance of peace; the sound, welcoming the night. Go drown your sorrows; try to realign. Your time may be borrowed, but now, I’m taking….mine.

Author's Note

I have never had reviews before. Be brutal, if you must...I seek publication.

Reviews

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beautifully written
with a resilient end
indeed, we need
to take time to heal