All sorrow sings in laments.
Tirelessly so, filling the lungs with morose, and bittersweet agony.
Choked up on the hysterics, but caught on to those.
Tired-filled misery eyes, full of melancholy.
The desperate delicate fingers stuck with nowhere to linger and go.
Struck with such dismay.
Tugging on the intangible quiet words.
And yet so lonely are those sorrows, sung.
Authors Notes: Hello again, I hope everyone is doing well. I just wanted to thank you all immensely for reading, and I hope you enjoy this piece and good bye for now fellow writers, readers, poets and alike~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoesíaThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
