3 AM I am snapped
Back to reality and slapped
Finding myself trapped
And wrapped
Around sadness
Finding comfort in the darkness
Because I have no hope for happiness
3 AM a perfect time
To let the river break free
Till it joins the sea
Shake off my emotions off my tree
The one that
Grew deep within my chest
Invested with depression
Resulting to suffocation
That devours this creation.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
