Give me a pen, a magical pen, that could easily write all I that I must see,
Give me a mind, that is not lost in mist,
Give me a way to deal with all this,
How much weight can I carry?
Is there a place I can lay it all to rest?
I am walking blindfolded, give me something to hold so that I can find my balance,
I am walking mindlessly, where is my comprehension gone?
This dead body, I need to bring it back to life.
God help me.
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Life poems
PoetryPoems and writings from a simple, melancholic, depressed person, who is looking for a purpose to his life. I write about how things appear to me. This work deals mostly with the mind, and the depressing thoughts and feelings that I feel or try to su...
