Walking alone in the midst of darkness
I kept my body moving in lifeless
No one sees the wounds inflicted on me
Not even these scars marked deep inside me
Burning in flames of eternal sadness
I just cannot stand this extreme madness
Haunted by the ghosts of anxiety
I feel too much pain, fear, stress and worry
Embraced by this terrifying torment
Yet I even felt lots of excitement
I held hand with a friend whose name is
Death
He told me, "You're not going to die yet"
As the fresh moments of mine passes by
The clock never goes backwards in a fly
Tears that fell to the surface of this land
Slowly became crystals in the deep sand
My soul wanders as well as my own frame
Yet I even asked me, "What is my name?"
Thinking of it makes me feel such in shame
Choosing life or death in a crucial game
How can this corpse animate on its own
While it's already been dead before dawn?
But the cause of its death is still unknown
I'm tired of waiting, I began to yawn
Slowly closing my eyes, I fell asleep
The darkness devoured me that was so deep
With these memories that I couldn't keep
All I could hear are those people who weep
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
