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Poetry, Whatever, Writing

Serial thoughts in Haiku form

When the darkness comes,

sometimes I can’t remember,

who I think I am.

I have confidence,

in who I am, but not in,

who I want to be.

I seek out others.

I wish to find amusement,

In their varied thoughts.

But in the darkness,

I see that the core of this,

is simply my fear.

Let me hold your hand.

Let me bare my thoughts to you,

and open my heart.

Fingers hesitate

I am afraid to tell you

my deeply held thoughts.

Though I know now that,

you probably feel the same,

about some of them.

I feel what I do,

is simply ridiculous.

I imagine scorn.

Why is it at night,

that this seems so much more real

than to hear your praise?

I ‘m afraid to dream,

because I know I’ll awake,

and feel your absence.

And I’ll imagine,

that it is because your love,

will never be mine.

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About rozzychan

Rosalyn Hunter is the principal writer on the series Lunatics. Please support us. http://lunatics.tv

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