Spent

[Providence]

Words escape me. If only I could escape me.

The heaviness in my heart, so dense and sad, hangs on my soul like a thick green army canvas soaked in rain.   

Lying and sneaking, betraying and pretending.  I bury it from my conscience just like a drunk hides their empties, but it’s still there.  When all of the cracks and crevices are filled where will I put this guilt?

So many hours spent with my heart racing

Spent chasing

Spent spending precious money.

I’ve spent half my savings.  I’ve lost half my soul.

 

[vera]

I have read this poem several times. Very touching.

[Author]

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