The sun refused to shine,
The moon did not rise,
All around was dark,
I struggle to find a flicker of hope,
But despair weights me down.
I can't run,
I am bound in one position.
I try to scream,
But my mouth is gagged.
I look up;
A dark weight is above me.
Nothing is left for me,
All I can do is wait for death.
My final rest and peacefulness.
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poems from the heart
PoesíaThis is a collection of various poems that I wrote, and each gives a part of me to the world.
