Notice of absence from Minds of the younger
Hello everyone, I will be unable to post anything as my younger cousin broke my computer.
Hello everyone, I will be unable to post anything as my younger cousin broke my computer.
It's like I keep drifting into an ever vast void
Never more are the joys of a child
And as it all worsens I sigh
The best of days are the darkest of hours
So on I endlessly cry
Cry me a river
Or an ocean
Even a trench
And as I drown in my sorrow
I remember
It only gets darker
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Author:
Creator of Mystery (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: to describe the feeling of not enough
- Category: Sad
- Views: 15
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Comments3
A dark poem indeed with feelings of pessimism. Nicely written and prompts the feeling that it only gets darkest before the dawn. Nicely written
It’s not all gloom and doom, but a lot of life is, though. It’s those occasional sparks and streaks of light we need to cling to when the sadness creeps in. Hang in there!
We share a similar feel to the two of our day's writings. With all the chaos, it truly feels like we've been deployed.
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