Senses
Loud enough, but unheard.
Each day, another dread,
Another disappointment ,
It feels upsurd.
Giving up feels too difficult,
Keeping up stays uneasy.
It's a rat race of disgrace,
With a mix of a sad pace.
Visible, but unseen.
Each day, another plan,
Remembering the hand
That took everything from me.
It's crazy how I die each day,
Then come back to "recover" right away.
Slipping under the covers of my smile,
While spotting liars further than a mile.
Warm, but untouched.
The space I occupy is empty,
Yet I give everything,
I keep trying to swim, but
I'm drowning.
A fool I became and made a shame of my name.
I apologise to the little me.
Stay strong, someday you'll be free.
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PoetryThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.
