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stumbling
traversing a feeling
is like a drunk walk home
not very appealing
my words mix like loam
stumbling through silence
each thought’s a misstep
I’m haunted by shadows
by things left unsaid
the weight of my doubts
clings close like a shroud
wishing for courage
to speak out loud.
but here in the quiet,
my heart’s not alone,
I hope you don’t hate me
for things I’ve not shown.
Copyright ©
Shay Storey
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