Brooklyn Sorrow Poems

Suicide.
So simple.

Suicide.
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He's gone.
That's what they say.

I laugh.
...

My world.
Black skies.
Withering roses.
Destruction on every path.
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In the dead of night,
I hear rustling bushes,
The whispering of the wind,
and crack of twigs.
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Wake me up...
My imagination has gone wild...
I can't take this scene,
the horrifying dream.
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You've died.
You're gone.
But you're here for ever.
Eternally mine.
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This small lock,
Holds my fears.
It holds my loneliness
And my tears.
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I guess I should move on,
For it would be right.
I really can't keep these memories.
For they keep me up at night.
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