Lots

Slowly pulling myself up the cliff

Each inch closer to contentment 

It's what I want,  I swear 

I feel so bare

The darkness swimming to the surface

Soaking my skin

I'm beginning to forget 

That there's an end

It's not what I want

I want to float

This isn't my boat 

I don't get a boat

It's all sour, anyway

This lost poem

Left me alone in my head

Forgot to lead the song

Away from my end

◄ Cerdd y dydd: Diwrnod chwech

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