Boredom and extreme emotional situations lead to poetry for me.
The one is untitled, and rather bland. But meh. More than likely no one will read this anyway :P
Warm
Soothing
The sound of his voice
Memories
Distant
In my head echoing
Muffled
Or clearly?
Unknown...
Joy
Pain
I feel suffering
Gentle
Loving
Don’t cry darling
Whispers
Voices
Want to make it better
Why?
How?
Too many questions
Confused
Lost
What I am now
Alone
Lonely
Dreadfully cold
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