I’m dreary
Tired
Weak
Drained
Clinging to a hope
But falling
Feeling this darkness creep
Crawl
One of those moments
Days
Weeks
Times
I know what not to choose
To not feel
To hide
To go beyond numb
What is this madness that I can not escape
You keep writing sad poetry. Have you tried finding a light in the dark?
I have, thank you for expressing. As I grow and heal, I find that much of the darkness that once consumed me had deeply infected me. Cleaning out the wounds is all these words are. Words to let out what, at the time, I could not.
That’s a healthy way to do it. I’m glad you express yourself.
I am hoping so. Thank you.