the dark despair holds me
a strangling hand clasped
tight around my throat
it squeezes all the life
from the once cheery soul
that i used to be
but how is it
that i could survive
that great and terrible pain?
with no way to ease
no method of healing
and no hope of a brighter dawn.
Hello Internet! I'm a person (not a robot), and I can type things into a computer (hard to believe but true). One day, I was bored, and was thinking about thinking, so I made a blog. And the moral of this story is: don't run with scissors.
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- Poetry with JD - The Dark Despair
- Poetry with JD - Plague
- Poetry with JD - Crumbles
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