I'm running through the night,
seeing nothing but the dark,
and I'm looking for the might
to call out a name louder than a lark.
But I can't see where I'm going
and there's nowhere I can run
because I'm only in empty space, towing
all my deepest fears, weighing me down a ton.
Will someone be able to find me?
Will someone even come?
I'm scared beyond my life, I see
nothing but this black scum.
For all I know this could be a dream,
maybe it's not real,
but who is to tell me what it seems,
that nothing is as it feels.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
