Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

tight ropes

water for the soul,
blood for the pain –
both must be spilled,
but don’t dwell on how much
from either cup, don’t seek
too much in measures and balances
or else they will both walk away
leaving your mind numb,
heart asleep, a broken shell
cradling empty heartache

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backdated post a day poem for December 18th, 2017

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