Sitting in a dark room
Same old questions in my head
Praying for the end to come soon
What I thought but never said
Do I even exist?
Do you?
I try so hard to resist
I don't want this to be an issue
But I can't resist it forever
The day may come when I give up
Sight and sound will blur
Thick and sticky like syrup
The end is here
You missed it
I should have been sincere
But instead I quit
-Steven R. W.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems by (mostly) me. They will not all make sense, but it doesn't matter.
