Across the desolate road
A man stands
Stoic and tall
Hat covering his blank expression
Laced with impatience
He swiftly raises his arm
And his eyes catch
On the glistening wristband
Eyes linger on the jewelry
Until his eyes snap forwards
To see the road still left barren
And a disgruntled sigh leaves his lips
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The Big Depressi
PoetryThese are some sad poems and some random imagery ones (light mention of suicide)
