From the corners of the dark
From the chambers forgotten within the past
From the fears rooted deep inside
From the confusions unresolved in the plight
Arising from situations undesirable
From hopes and expectations unreliable
It comes slowly, making steps slow and steady
To take control over you, even when you are not ready
What does one call such state of affairs
Confusion? Depression or psychological dismay?
Is the darkness overshadowing the bright?
Or is this beginning of a new plight?
Hey everyone! What's your take on this one? I will be back with positive poems from now. One poem every week.
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The Taste of Life
PoesíaWhat a unique creation a life is. From happiness of childhood to the confusions, dilemmas as one grow old. This book is a collection of such various moods a human feel. This book contains poems on sensitive issues like depression and negativity as...
