feeling so
uninspired
losing my soul
with each passing day
losing the true person
behind those
mocha eyes
to the arms of
insanity and
depression
like a wave
carrying my body
out to sea
ripping me away from my
identity
and leaving me
caught in the rift
with no way
out
drowning me
till my last cry
is nothing but a mere
background noise
against the
crashing tides
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
