I’ve tried everything
I feel like a plant without water
No support from the sun
Withering away in the darkness
Not a soul intact to help me
And it’s what I am used to
I tried to change my outlook
But I don’t see anything but darkness
Lost in this space like atmosphere
Without a star in sight
I’m supposed to have faith
With nothing to guide me to believe
And my mind is too conflicted to believe anything
I need assistance but who will it be?
Im in a dark room alone with no clear vision
I just hope whoever reads this is listening
About the Creator
Juwann Cook
I feel like poetry are the things that we want to say but society will look at us weird for the feelings that we have about something or someone, to make it easier for ourselves and others we just put it in writing.
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