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Consumes
A prison of gloom,
I'm begging.
I'm pleading.
Give something that'll bloom.
Oh, Lord, it's empty,
I'm saturated in nothingness,
Yet, everything at once,
I'm overwhelmed by plenty.
Writhe in confusion,
Thrash in fury,
I really can't keep this up,
I need a solution.
I'm being consumed,
The void terrifies me,
An abyss to escape,
"Too far gone," like I presumed.
I'm begging.
I'm pleading.
Give something that'll bloom.
Oh, Lord, it's empty,
I'm saturated in nothingness,
Yet, everything at once,
I'm overwhelmed by plenty.
Writhe in confusion,
Thrash in fury,
I really can't keep this up,
I need a solution.
I'm being consumed,
The void terrifies me,
An abyss to escape,
"Too far gone," like I presumed.
Published 19th Apr 2024
Author's Note
Just need to let out my emotions, whether I make sense or not. Not feeling the greatest emotionally. I'm sorry.
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19th Apr 2024 6:59am
I feel for you this made me sad...I make people feel this way I don't mean to though....
19th Apr 2024 7:07am
Awww, I'm sorry for making you feel sad. I guarantee you don't make people feel this way, but I 100% understand the feeling you have. Stay strong!
19th Apr 2024 11:48am
Never, ever, never, never, never be sorry for the way you feel.
Poetry is a healing language (not my words, but those of a brilliant poetess here), write it out. Heal.
Holding you in thought.
And your poem rocks, btw.
Poetry is a healing language (not my words, but those of a brilliant poetess here), write it out. Heal.
Holding you in thought.
And your poem rocks, btw.
