Cowering against the wall, so afraid to even fall. Lost in endless nightmares, as mental disease ensnares.
Tied in chains and binds, the prison of your mind. Waiting for the day, when planets are aligned.
Waiting endlessly for the light to come. But to escape the dark, you must first blossom.
Get up of the floor. Crawl, if you need, then start to walk. Forgot about speed.
Can't you hear the music? It's all playing for us. Our hands reaching out, jump upon the safety bus. Learn how to dance, to melodic tunes. Time to come out of your safety cocoons.
Light chasers running, spreading the hope. Handing the lost a strong safety rope.
Your language made this poem a joy to read.
I like how it gradually progresses from dark to light through each stanza and how each carries heavy emotions.
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