Walking without you,
in this immense pain of a fog,
I'd manage it out,
but only few steps more.
Without you,
it feels so alone,
as if theirs no hope,
or a path to be shown.
My soul's bleeding dry,
A strand of hope did arise,
Just to break in a way,
it couldn't last time.
Losing my battle,
It's soon all over,
Yeah, I'm trying to survive,
but it's all a goner.
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A poet's diary
PoetryA poet's Diary is a set of poems, written to express feelings, often never shared to the world. What everyone feels, but is too hard on themselves to share.
