Unhappy Poem, by jt, at My poetic side

It’s weird to see how unhappy I have become.

This emptiness feels like an open hallway.

I’ve been searching for something,

but it seems I have lost myself.

I am struggling, spiraling out of contol,

and as I live out my days I plumet.

My smile faded and my heart crumbled.

I need something to budge.

Incomplete is an understatement.

Crippled thoughts harass my mind.

I am a broken man, yearning for a fix,

but it seems too late to find.

kevin browne November 20th, 2017 03:01
nothing in life is too late to find or discover. learn to recreate your minds imagery of thought to allow a better and a more beautifully filled life. it's difficult when the mind plays dirty tricks on us but they can be over-ruled by determinations in life that you so desire. good luck my friend and keep writing your experssions.

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