A lot of things are starting to slip
The little things; I can't believe I forget
The clock has forgotten how to tock it's tick
They say I'm still too young for this yet...
The memories are slipping away
More and more so every day
It's like looking through a thick haze
And standing in the sun with no shade.
The fog is taking over my mind
And I can't seem to regain control
I don't know what will happen tonight
I don't know what's wrong with me; with my soul.
The tears run through my closed eyes
Eyes; soul; body; all as tired as my forgetful mind
The memories stay for a while; then they slowly die
It's a suffering unlike any other kind.
I've lost it all I can't hold on any longer
My will to live was long since already gone
There is no way for me to become stronger
There is no life raft waiting for me to get on.
I forget
About all this
I die
So I no longer cry
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Darkened Souls: First Collection
PoetryForty-five poems I've written over the past year. Some are dark, some are happy, some are sad. Enjoy, vote, comment, share.
