Lonely Is A Taste Poem by Midnight Clarity

Lonely Is A Taste



Lonely is a taste
at the back of the throat
where tears collect
and die as pride
keeps them unshed
sadness is a stare
off into the distance
as the world swells
too large too wide
to reach a friend
heartbreak is a flame
making spirit ashes
while flesh burns on
alive and hurt
phoenix waiting.

We birth ourselves
the second time.

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Midnight Clarity

Midnight Clarity

Isles of Scilly living in Barbados
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