There is no past
Cloud shrouded of memories
Things that were real
Ceased to exist
There is no present
'Lone man and his dog
Wandering streets
Ceased to exist
There is no future
It has become past
Forgotten dreams
Ceased to exist
There is no life
Lie biggest of all
Clock stopped to tick
Ceased to exist.
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.
