Lorie Ries Poems

These little demons are in my head. It's not death, it's them that I dread. More often than not, I stay awake, for fear that my mind will surely break. I am so very sorry that I lost you because I realize: I lost me too. The thought of you is what I hold dear. Missing you keeps me right here. I look in the mirror and ask myself 'Why? ' I know the answer, and it makes me cry. I am so very sorry that I hurt you because I realize: I hurt me too. All I do now is avoid reflection. Pieces are scattered beyond detection.
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