Tori chanthawoharn Poems

A mental illness
Consumed by society
A never ending madness
Causes addiction, no sobriety
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There’s a pain that I am feeling
That leaves inside the hole
An emptiness, never again replaced
It took away my lonely soul
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Snowflakes falling
Never ceasing to touch us
In a wondrous way
Yet warmth surrounds us
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Birds voice their beauty
As they are gliding over
Touching the tree tops
In the distant hilltops
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incapable of hearing my side
incapable of hearing my cry
incapable of comprehending the words i scream
you listen to her, but not to me...
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the touch of your embrace
the smell and how you taste
lingers but now is gone
and now i am all alone
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individual at best?
and yet you follow all the lies
decieved and the lost trust
youre hiding behind disguise
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The fact
That threats
Of damnation,
Torture and
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Butterflies in flight
Brilliant rainbow colors
Ripple past the pond
In the broad day light
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