How my friends look, how they stare.
For my welfare they do not care.
They wished that I was shot.
Cut by a bullet that burns so hot!
At night time I search my quiver.
My empty mind that makes me shiver.
I cannot sleep, I cannot die!
But all I have is to just cry.
Killing yourself to live, such a darkened thought.
My tortured mind, guarded fort.
But I cannot do, I will not go!
For the friends will laugh at me so.
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoetryHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
