The nights keep on growing longer,
And I wonder if there's an escape.
My heart feels constricted,
Like my world is about to fade.
I look around myself,
Seeming to be locked in a cage.
Endless darkness creeping in slowly,
Bringing along the feeling of being unmade.
Oh, what I'd give in this moment,
To have someone to cling to.
But I brought my own flashlight,
And I don't really need a hand to hold.
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Voices In My Head
PoésieA collection of of raw poems. (I write what my characters feel.)
