Untitled 14A Poem by DarkPoet
My head is a vassal of numerous thoughts
That seldom wish to be revealed by words They plague my life from day to day Escorted by dark feelings here to stay I put some down in writing When by them in pain my brain is writhing Its is for me a cataclysmic ordeal Unlike a dream or vision this is real By them I am made a recipient of therapy Who doesn't know the meaning of the word happy I continuously question my life's Worth Wishing out of my mother i didn't come forth © 2019 DarkPoet |
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Added on July 3, 2019 Last Updated on July 3, 2019 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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