My step it did falter
Tears like rain
Cold thoughts gave no shelter
Belief the same.
The poet inside me
Was hidden away
Dark, cramped forgotten
A shadow, astray.
Each stride a burden
Body weak, mind scarred
By lifes cruel circumstance
Hope was barred.
Existence a prison
No hope of escape
Thick taunting walls
No barricade.
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nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2024 03:17
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Comments1
Well structured message.
The poet was released.
many thanks
I really liked this poem, because I have felt in a similar way, so thank you for writing such a meaningful poem.(I would publish a more meaningful poem than the one I just did but I don't know if mentions of suicide depression or intrusive thoughts are allowed)
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