Melancholy Skies and Dark Sunshine
I had a dream I killed myself and then someone wished to bring me back
Melancholy skies and dark sunshine
Gray hopes and dreams are still dreams
Plotting to be brought to fruition
Only made into reality by effort
But how?
When all the fight in me is gone
When the world seems to be caving in
When everyday it is a struggle
To do
To live
To be
My heart is swarmed with pain
And my shoulders are brought down so low
Lower than my pleas for help
To escape the nightmare actuality of life
Pleading with myself
To try
To care
To dream
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Ejiemen Sado
I love poetry. I love writing it and I love inhaling it. Writing is a form of therapy for me and expressing it and sharing it brings me joy. I hope you enjoy partaking in my joy. :)
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