I don't understand this sorrow
This silence in the dark
I know this loneliness too well
Wish I could just find the oasis
Or any taste of sweet relief
Days are longer
...Nights forever dread
S0rrow a long suffering thorn
Peace merely a mirage
Bitterness attacking the Sun
Devouring the Moon
Longing for this sand to be a sea
But the sea would still go on forever
Into the abyss my conscious sinks
If only to dream one last time before death minus compass closes me forever
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j.d. davis
Seeker. Thinker. Melancholy. Conflicted believer. Evolving human. Bipolar being. And sometimes I use bad words.
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