I wrote this poem last year sometime...and was kinda feeling sleepy and blue so I thought I'd post it
She sits alone
in dark and cold
tired, sad, broken.
The sickness that
consumes her, leaves
her with nothing.
Nothing would be better
than to simply live again.
Her mind is filled with nothingness
as she sleeps for hours on end.
She tries to wake her foggy mind:
no, her eyelids are too heavy
and so, all friends abandoned her...
said, "Come back when you're ready".
Slowly, slowly her eyes fall open
but pounding pain disturbs her brain...
a teardrop rolls slowly down her cheek
followed by many more, and sobs that have her weak.
The solitude of her painful existence
leaves her wishing to again feel nothing...
so off she drifts; alone again...
no longer remembered by even one man
to lonely, empty, sleep.
(*this poem is not meant to be analyzed...it's meant to stir emotion)
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