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When my brain won’t go to sleep
When my heart just feels too weak
When my sadness seems too deep
When my eyes begin to leak
......That’s when I turn to poetry
 Sep 2018 Jacco krom
Manuel John
leave heaped pieces of lint in your soul
You wake up to the scent of a nostalgic host
pumping adrenaline to kick start your day
-a hot cup of anxiety to make sure you stay awake
These first days seem to have time at their mercy
-they embrace and dismiss her as they wish
while you just sit back and watch her pass you by
It’s how these first days give you a heavy impression
and give to others, a heavier impression of you
that makes out what other days have to offer
It’s how you hope these first days meet your expectations
that makes these first days linger in your memory
- like the smell of a fresh cigarette, under your breath
It’s how you hope these first days meet your expectations
that makes them and latter days worth living through
These first days are all up to you.
This poem is about the difficulties faced in the first days of mostly anything. I hope it is relatable
All that remains
Chalk that wrote our story
I absentmindedly erased
Essence of our core
Still searching
For the lines of us
Lost somewhere
Amongst the dust
My inspiration slowly fading
Sinking in quicksand
With no hopes of wading
I will always be waiting
Rising from the depths
Of my past life
Paper bound
And
Apologetic
Praying to all gods
That I don’t repeat
The same mistakes
Pleading woefully
For heavens sake
Desperately hoping
I don’t know how much more I can take
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