One of my older poems.
Gloomy mists,confuse and supress.
Bright lights fading, kill and depress.
Nothing to hinder, as nothing will last.
I cannot move forward, it's mooring me fast.
How can you fight, what you can't see?
How can I kill, when the dead one is me.
Blackness is seeping, under my eyes,
Carrying with it, more chaos, more lies.
Sould branch swaying, over my head.
Body lays buried, as cold as hard lead.
No more love or trust, left here now.
Nothing to do, except humbly bow.
Shame is forgotten, but fear eats alive,
As the countdown begins, seven, six, five.
Oh, things to say, things to do!
As my countdown continues, four, three, two.
Hope lost, heart split, its almost done,
My eyes slowly close, as he counts down to one.
Sarah Jane <3
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