Poems from naomi_w

It rises and falls only to rise again.   A circadian pattern, until one day it falls too hard.   Shattered and torn, It attempts to rise...
People say don't Give up on something if it means a lot to you,  if you can't go a day without thinking about it. But they don't know what...
It’s  Monday night. You’re home tonight. Rolling your too-small suitcase into the front door, But something is different, you’re shaking....
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Does nobody care? Can nobody hear The calls of the dying and hungry, Poor and restless with fear?                       How can we be...
I throw a rock onto the flaring surface. It sizzles, Crackles. Sputters As the last bit of mineral disintegrates into nothing. Testing the...