Dead in the woods, bleeding,
I can't scream, but only whine in pain,
Everything is coming down on me,
Every time I try to find a ray of light,
Why does the clouds gather so tightly around?
It's closing in,
I am dying to find my voice,
I am seeking my voice with my dying breath,
As everything is closing in,
Threatening to devastate 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...
