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Depression haikus
A sad broken boy
Forlorn to find his own feet
Once a boy, now man
Sometimes much sorrow
Others contain only hate
Peace is not my fate
I owned all the world
I owned the heavens above
But I sold my soul
I do not know sleep
Wishing that I could now eat
Now, I crave my death
My heart has no beat
My body lies used and worn
Delirious thoughts
Forlorn to find his own feet
Once a boy, now man
Sometimes much sorrow
Others contain only hate
Peace is not my fate
I owned all the world
I owned the heavens above
But I sold my soul
I do not know sleep
Wishing that I could now eat
Now, I crave my death
My heart has no beat
My body lies used and worn
Delirious thoughts
Published 28th Jan 2019
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28th Jan 2019 9:05pm
Well written but concerning write. You have not sold your soul, you've never lost it. And your poetry proves it.
As far as insomnia, join the club kid. Insomnia is the curse of many a poet.
Keep up the good ink.
As far as insomnia, join the club kid. Insomnia is the curse of many a poet.
Keep up the good ink.
28th Jan 2019 9:54pm
