Almost Torrential
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Poem by: hullabaloo22
Almost Torrential
Almost torrential, the tears that I shed,
out of sight, hidden, alone in my bed.
I let them come flowing, they won’t stay in
not now, in the state that I find myself in.
Just salty water but look at the cost,
any sense of accomplishment washed away, lost;
a sea of emotion, of turmoil so bleak,
it’s taken away my freedom to speak.
In misery now, I flounder, some clown
who simply can’t swim and must just wait to drown.
These tears make a river through which I will float
while you all regard me, and look at you gloat!
I’ll dwell now in darkness, invisible me,
for I can’t stop the tears I don’t want you to see.
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Once again, so sorry you're made to feel this way, excellent, however
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This one -- too true. Thanks for giving it a read, Mike.
I'm sorry, Hully. You express your pain beautifully, but it's a horrible pain to endure.
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A bad night, I guess, Jeff, and a bad day to follow. Thanks so much for reading.
Well Done Hull, Hope the next day is better...Tom...
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Thanks, Tom.
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