Rendered Useless

Rendered useless

Left for dead

All of these thoughts

Rush through my head

 

World of pain

Hurts deep inside

Like nails on a chalkboard

Rips through my mind

 

Devastation hits

Dark days arrive

Usually I break through

But these days I hide

 

I've fought my last fight

I've shed my last tear

I'll suffer through it

And give into fear

 

I sit and I hope

That this torture will not last

So I can move on

And rid myself of my past

 

Reviews

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This is very well written, I can feel the pain.
People can relate on so many levels with this poem, well done!

Continue the amazing writing!