the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 361 – Litter

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On edge… On a painful ledge
of jagged acceptance: Accept your fate.
The night might have chilled you to the bone,
forcing you to abandon a place of comfort.

If night terrors were not enough,
there are the scoundrels taunting you.
Haunting realities etched into a
made-up future of truth.

The inconsequential actions
form chemical reactions.
But it is too late to take back
the words that have yet to be said.


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