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A History That Never Came to Pass....

By Fiver GoodierPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I walk through snow filled eyes. So cold, so piercing. I keep my head low, not needing the pain. The tears form under low, cryptic lids. I wince wanting the words to disappear, it’s not working. They replay over and over, like a broken vinyl no one bothers to fix. With every syllable my heart breaks more, slowly but noticeable to all who see clearly. They stare but never stop, never ask why, nor what's wrong as my legs dangle over the edge. The tears fall, raining on the river below. I close my eyes....

And let go...

Screams erupt, tears begin but it's too late. The river has swallowed me whole, pain and all. I am free..

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Fiver Goodier

Im a full time mom and caregiver, and have been writing for about 15 years.

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