Rabbit Hole

A few pieces of poetry rushing through my head,
The words, they might stumble, but who would be listening?

Peace doesn't exist
Neither does hope.

You can't bring it back,
But find it for you.

Love, smile, laugh.
Cry, scream, die,

Find your exit,
Even if it gets lost on the way.

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I love poetry, it's not just writing, it's art.