Distraught: A Poetry Collection

The distraught feelings of someone who has been deeply hurt who is trying to deal with the 'pain'.


12. I Forget...

The cold frosty morning

Bites at my nose, my ears

And my lips, they turn blue

As I walk down the path

Towards the canal, full of wrath.


Silence is healthy,

And good for the mind.

Easing the strain

Of all life’s pain.


Small fish that swim

Up and down

From dawn till dusk till dawn

Have nothing they want to mourn.


I wander along,

At my heart’s content

Till the skies tell

That I must return

To my place where the fire does burn.

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