You have fallen.
It's neither warm nor cold,
Neither good or bad,
Neither right or wrong,
Nor happy or sad.
You've been found.
But you don't have a clue,
You're no longer there,
Trapped in oceans blue
Of death's gloomy stare.
You've been buried.
People seem to care,
Their eyes are all tearing.
Forgot their despair
On a new day's beginning.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Days
Short StoryThis is a compilation of works I've been making while going through depression. Main motives of these are feelings of being lost or misunderstood.
