I wake up in a cold sweat.
Tear running down my head.
I look around hoping to see something.
But nothing is to be seen.
The room is dark and cold.
I'm all alone is this cruel world.
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Poems That Speak From The Soul
PoetryLong ago my heart was full of life and love. Now it's full of depression and despair. These poems I write are what I feel. So enjoy this craziness that I feel. ~Candy {Not part of the Marvel Kids.}
~Untitled Poem~
I wake up in a cold sweat.
Tear running down my head.
I look around hoping to see something.
But nothing is to be seen.
The room is dark and cold.
I'm all alone is this cruel world.
