Restitched - Daily Poem 7

Restitched

Dripping

Dripping down the drain

My thoughts elude me

Leak from me

But I forget I’m forgetting

Important things and people

Memories made of love

Emptied

Till I am but a hollow husk

Ready to be filled with rough, coarse cotton

Rather than the sweet, rich liquid that were my thoughts

It hurts

But I am dulled

I am nothing of who I was

I myself am nothing


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  1. This was my first poem of high school. I started seriously thinking about writing poems from this point. I really like it. Written 8/22/18. Tell me what you think below!

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