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A 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
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DarkPoet
DarkPoet

Lagos, Nigeria



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