Then nothing
It keeps coming back
surrounds me like a dust in the air
waiting for every opportunity
to pounce the wall I had built for so long.
An invisible wall
guarding the core of my existence
a sanctuary
a safe place for my soul
Resides my will to live,
my reasons to fight, my sanity
and memories that binds me in this world.
Yet the wall I had built
is slowly turning to ash, crumbling,
fading into thin air.
Then the darkness creeps onto
embracing me as if it owns me
then I'm falling
then nothing.
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Author:
Aias (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 02:15
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Well done! You described a sense of despair and gloom very well and the wall analogy was well utilized. Well done and hope you feel happier soon! 💖
thanksss..I really appreciate it💖💖
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