Rain trickles down from the sky.
I sit in a room of darkness,
trying not to let it consume me,
I won't let it.
I can't,
if I did,
my failure would be visible.
My only option is to fight it,
fight my way out.
No matter how long it takes.
I must carry on!
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoesiaA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
