Buried deep down
the depths we drown
in our own emotions.
Ain't no potion
to express how we feel
stuck.
No motion as we go in circles round
we go
a pattern vertigo
that leaves us in dungeons
all alone with no companions
But still there lay a thought
if only I could've brought
this idea to life
Here I lie in a strife with myself
There's no fight left for this innermost light
that burns
forever buried
If only you could've heard it
I had a Poem
