I read their words,
mourning the souls
with stories inked
in their tears and bloodshed.
I wept--
there is more to
the story I will never know.
I started the story over again.
I tried to write an ending to give
those souls justice.
There isn't justice now,
but maybe there will be peace.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
