DespairA Poem by E.CookeStuck like a fish under a layer of ice Helpless, impossible me. Wrecked, a mess, a state, Just a hard life, a very hard life. My mind a big black box. Soul, my soul. Fighting to escape from my imprisoned body. Singing a song with no tune, Humming along to an unreal melody. Stamped upon like an extinct creature- but without the beauty.
Hatred for bullies, and for myself in the state I am. Ruined. Nothing beyond the pain. Trapped in the prison of a mind, that is me. Fighting, but not for long. Unable to breath In this depression ridden world. © 2013 E.CookeAuthor's Note
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