It get’s easier they say, time heals all wounds…
Momentarily I pause to contemplate this, as the longer I live with this, the more the wounds open.
It causes major introspection, maybe I should stop worrying, and let time do it’s job.
Still, i’m only human, impatience one of my faults.
Sadness permeating through my entire being.
Young I may be, foolish even, but experience has…
Opened my eyes, i’ve gained perspective through my suffering.
Ultimately… It works out for the best… So again… It’s left up to time.
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This ink that I bleed, is a summation of the need…
I feel to let my voice be heard…
This is not just spoken word…
This is who I am…
The prophet calling out to our lost generation from the wilderness…
But will they hear?
Time will tell.
-idlepoet
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