In The Waves of Human Suffering
A sonnet about human anguish
Caught by torment
Feeling languid
Knowing nothing
My spirit is depleted of its most profound second thoughts and I'm left with scars on wrists
Quieted by its most profound touch
This load of sentiments I had continued draining within me
I sympathized with the flavor of my own aggravation on the grounds that there's a pool of blood taking each ounce of my withering breath
My self-loathing is strolling past my lost feelings
I continued to believe that in the event that I bite the dust
Nobody will save me
Since all I need is demise to come my direction
About the Creator
Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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