Darkrooms

the coldness of an empty room wraps its arms around me 

making my eyesight turn black searching for that little dot of light.

the arrows of solitude nail my feet to the ground making escaping impossible...

a slamming door isolating the air and beams of existince,

yet the tears dry instantaneously by the fever of depression,

crumbling down  goes my body to the floor forsaking all hope...

Reviews

[A.G.]

Great write ☺️ love your word choice and the feel of this poem.
Thank you for sharing.
-Angelina 🖤

[Yas]

Re-reading this you get more from this poem, the darkness, no way feelings.