I see what lies before me,
I believe only what I see,
I have the weight of the world on me
Yet I can still breath
Every day that passes with me
I see my reality grow faintly
I fall asleep to the gentle breeze
Only to the dawn to see the willow trees
My eyes are unsure, do I see?
The beauty of nature bestowed on me.
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Poems By A Bipolar Soul
PoetryThe darkness within us usually stays inside us. I tend to let it out on paper, where my best writing transient. This book contains my light that shines upon me and the darkness within me. Enjoy
