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Trapped by Despair

By Carolann DowsettPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

It's so cold, yet I can hear the sound of the waves and they soothe my soul

Loneliness consumes me, yet there are no tears, I don't allow myself to cry anymore

I am a child of the light, yet darkness surrounds me, suffocates me in its heartless embrace

I long to be free, yet my desire traps me, holds me captive in a world of unfulfilled dreams and pointless longings

When I am no more my name will be nothing but a forgotten memory on the lips of a few who dared to care

The world will turn until the day of its demise, just as my flesh will age until the day I die

Until I am but a speck in the eye of creation, a collection of atoms and molecules flying through time and space, to a destination that is known by God alone

I want to fly away now but gravity viciously holds me down, refuses to release me, to set me free

So here I remain, trapped by despair, crying on the inside, invisible tears, playing tag with the stars while I wait out the years

sad poetry

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Carolann Dowsett

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