But sadness
I found
Was a lot like falling
You didn't know when it was going to end
And you didn't know how it was going to end
The tumbling cycle of darkness
With no end
Wishing you would just hit the ground
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Poems written in a dark room
PoetrySome poems I wrote about love , loss , abuse, depression and other shenanigans
Falling
But sadness
I found
Was a lot like falling
You didn't know when it was going to end
And you didn't know how it was going to end
The tumbling cycle of darkness
With no end
Wishing you would just hit the ground