A cloud hangs heavy on my soul today,
Conscious of days slowly fading away.
A ‘love’ so deep, cuts like a knife,
Feels more like haste, in a fight to survive.
The toxic train arrives once more,
Leaving scars, a hopeless encore.
In the echoes of pain, I find my way,
Seeking resilience, a brighter day.
©️Lucie Morris 10/01/2024
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