Thirty days I dreamed would shine, turned to endless night,
I waged a war I swore to win, yet I faltered in the fight.
Anxiety churns deep within, darkness veils my sight,
Confessions to my mother made, met with words that bite.
My mind berates me in tongues unknown,
I confide in a friend, expressing a preference for oblivion over loss.
Once a solace, my best friend's presence now fails to quell my unease.
Prayers fall on silent ears, divine response so spare,
The will to live begins to wane, drowned in deep despair.
Yet, survival whispers softly, "Hold on through the ache,"
For maybe, just maybe, a life anew I'll make.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 9th, 2024 09:09
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Powerful work.
Thank you☺️
Sounds like you want to give up..and don't at the same time...well I'm here to say..don't..I been down and lost everything..but there's always up..no other direction really..doesn't matter who says what..good or bad..real or fake..it's you that has to see the colors of the world
Thank you so much for your kind words. It really helped me. And yeah not giving up just like that....... Thank you😊
Beautifully crafted filled with disappointment a sadness that without we couldn't grow as humans. I remember being 17, actually I still write about it today and I'm almost 50, life has so many twists and turns for us and with all that we don't like comes that in which we do. ❤️ Beautiful rhyme, obviously a natural talent. 🌹
Thank you so much for your wise words. ☺️❤️
a very good and powerful write.
Thank you sir😊
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