I scream.
But no one hears
Its too late
I'm already 10 feet underground
Reach me if you can
Throw a rope if you might.
I'll wait for the day I'll return
To smile and say,
"I made it"
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Solitude
PoetryS O L I T U D E (n) a state of seclusion or isolation. That's all it takes to free my thoughts.
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I scream.
But no one hears
Its too late
I'm already 10 feet underground
Reach me if you can
Throw a rope if you might.
I'll wait for the day I'll return
To smile and say,
"I made it"
