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By SolApathy
Sitting silently in this dim room
feel the gloom
echo of time passes by
forever wondering why I’m alive
Trying to find a glimmer
just one thought I could
remember
Past times of love
happiness
empty from my mind
Creating a chasm of emptiness
the harder I try to find
Tell me to write of happiness?
Cringe when I can only write
numb
Can’t fathom the person I’ve become
or have I always been?
Hiding it deep
..Within
feel the gloom
echo of time passes by
forever wondering why I’m alive
Trying to find a glimmer
just one thought I could
remember
Past times of love
happiness
empty from my mind
Creating a chasm of emptiness
the harder I try to find
Tell me to write of happiness?
Cringe when I can only write
numb
Can’t fathom the person I’ve become
or have I always been?
Hiding it deep
..Within
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Thursday, December 22, 2016.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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