May Doyle Poems

i've murdered myself with metaphors
a thousand times
and i'll do it again today
you think i don't hear i don't feel
...

Voices singing
My ears ringing
London Bridge is falling down
So much
...

I do not own faith
And I do not own love
But hope- hope is mine.
Hope is my gift
...

Lies.
All that's reflected in my eyes
I've finally come to my demise
I've given this a thousand tries
...

in this eclectic mind
i
am ashamed to admit
that sometimes
...

i'm dreaming i'm dreaming
i'm dreaming i'm dreaming i'm
just
falling
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Left behind is the cruelest thing
Loneliness is the worst pain possible
Sickness (I feel)
is a little
...

you make a sound
quite often
that reminds me of a flower petal
falling
...

does my
m
i
n
...

The world
tilts
spins
careens away
...