Pitiful Plights

When the future seems blight and the time seem like nights

As we clench our fists and tattoo red our bandaged wrists

And howl in sorrow as we wallow in our gallows

Hold me 5 past midnight and do not worry about pitiful plights

When what makes us fight no longer works right

Down paths that wound like serpents that whisper in delight

And we hold our breaths for someone to cry thief

Hold me 5 past midnight and do not worry about pitiful plights

When our skin starts to show their dents like little refugee tents

Mapping out our failures like perpetual states of tailored curses

And our smiles only appear when what have been abandoned surface in piles

Hold me 5 past midnight and do not worry about pitiful plights

When structures we call homes become where we build our tombs

For a restful sleep after fruitless, tightly held grips

And we no longer hold in the thoughts someone once sold us for a penny each

Hold me 5 past midnight and do not worry about pitiful plights

-a.h. 

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There are days when you feel like the sun shines a tinge brighter and there are days when you feel like your eyes hold an ocean of tears but the most important of all is to remember — you are never alone. So when the time calls for you to smile, you smile. And when the time calls for you to cry, you damn better try your hardest to cry an ocean fit for even the god of sea to live.

 ” The splendid thing // about falling apart // silently… // is that // you can start over // as many times // as you like. ” – A Thousand Flamingos, Sanober Khan

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