Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Popular last 30 days

love poem depression death poetry life loss peace truth War

Popular last 12 months

love poetry life poem nature death hope war loss pain

finite (Remove filter)

Who I am Becoming

Is the pain of loneliness worse than the pain of regret

Than giving away another part of your shrinking soul

I only have so much to give

I do not know how to stop

I am not eternal

I am not limitless

 

I am finite

There is a certain amount of me

And some parts never grow back

Some parts, once given, cannot ever be recovered

I cannot be returned to who I once was

...

Read and leave comments (1)

selfpastpainfinitelonelinessquestioninggiving of myself too muchlimited

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message