Short Poem
Was Awake...as every holiday, I tend to get sad :)
anywho.
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by Ephemeral_dreams
Every night I lie awake, Staring at the screen.
Ever bleeding, the wounds never close.
Every light I do not see, blind to the shine.
Ever weeping, the tears never dry
I look up to the sky, the ever-shining sun.
Alas it is lost, I only see the shadows.
I try to fix myself, my broken heart.
Glue in hand, picking up a piece by piece.
Each bloody piece, put together one by one.
Tear soaked fragments, reminders of the past,
My effort rewarded only by fresh cut fingers,
Drop the pieces, once again I do.
A pool of blood, sweat and tears.
What do I live for, why am I here.
Questions unanswered, never to be till death.
Stuck in a cycle of pain, my best to stay still.
Only thing I can do, Is to stare.
At the growing depths of my sorrows
At the inescapable pit of sadness
It's sunk so low, no light can visit.
The dark caves of my soul
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Thoughts are welcome.