PAST Grief
Countless thoughts preying
Countdown to the patience
That bows unto this day
Countless thoughts among fingers
No the agony it pains
Watch the clouds covering
Then begins the rain
Droplets pave the way,
Yet all I see continues to decay,
Out of never land, spoons of floating colour,
Every moment spent filling in dreams,
An unfolding sensitivity
To twirl them into stories that unfolds true
devoid of my name but a treatment
That lacks you and simply
It’s unbearable
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