Tears run down my face.
I can’t keep up the pace.
I fall into despair.
I am broken beyond repair.
I sink into pain.
I will never gain.
Pain consumes me.
The hurt is unbearable.
The tears are weary.
The guilt is frightening.
The fear is daunting.
My life.
Is an abyss. Emptiness.
Is a cry. Sadness.
Is pain. Agony.
Is afraid. Fearful.
My mind.
Is racing like a heartbeat.
Is cloudy like the sky during a storm.
Is hollow like a rock.
Is anxious like a coffee drinker.
My desire.
Is dull like a unsharpened pencil.
Is faint like an unclear mind.
Is lost like a confused hiker.
Is vile like an evil man.
©darkpoetry
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