Falling apart, Life seemed so worthless, pointless Days passed without any hint of productivity. Months spent lonely and in sorrow. Unclaimed feelings surface, No longer able to be hidden Too strong, too burning. The yearning desire to be whole again. To laugh and smile, To change the outlook on life. Once again the demons return, Waiting for the saints to come, To shoo them away. They come, the saints Baring light, A welcome moment of peace. Only to be mocked away again, By the dark clouds in the sky. A war raged on in my soul. The struggle, all in my hands, The fate that lay in destiny. Now left up to me, Depending on my will to believe, To believe in happiness. And I will live A will to live for that day, For that day and the next. Carpe Diem
Reason for writing:
I have no reason that I wrote this poem, I just wrote it because I was depressed, I guess
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