as the sun creeps low,
my fears begin to rise.
how i wish time would slow.
what good can come from night?
not the moon or stars, no
soon, it's the tears i will fight.
here now, the sun is gone.
i sit on the floor in agony
how i wish it was dawn.
the thoughts grow loud
drowning the world out.
depression has become a cloud.
i sit under its shadow,
lost, deep within the abyss.
i know my dopamine is low.
wait, the sun is coming!
its rays peaking on the horizon.
its light sends my fears running
farther and farther into my mind,
where they wait until the sun is gone.
but for now, they are confined.
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anthology of life
Poetrya collection of poems and short writings. would love to collab with fellow poets and short story writers!
