No light.
Just night.
Endless fight.
Gray walls.
Loud growls.
Like always.
Scratched wrists
(What a twist!).
Clenched fists.
Trembling hands.
All in a mess.
It’s a regress.
Shadows in a corner
Are another warning.
Will you live till morning?
Light of the Sun.
Nowhere to run.
Just another fun
Of the broken mind.
And you’ll never hide.
Just keep your fight.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This poem sets the tone with the night, it is dark, no light and so is the mood. The regression leaves a sense of resignation that things will change but always come back to how they were. Sad and a feeling of hopelessness. No place to hide is ominous. The only glimmer of hope is the last words keep the fight. Very nice
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Trying to find a way out but always being pulled back to the darkness, as you say you have to keep the fight, very well written and expressed
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