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Anguish

Say that you love me, don’t

Follow me but you won’t

Hold me but let go

Console me but never know


Tranquil but not at peace

Thunderous anger as silent tears

Words like the softest fleece

In calm whisper my greatest fears

Anguish


Wrenched, wretched, woe

Slow, nowhere to go

Run, no place to hide

Alive, but not inside

A love for you that died

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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