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Waves of melancholy
wash over me
like stormy seas.
I beg for sunlight on the horizon.
One tiny ray of light
to warm the icy cold of sorrow.
I need hope for tomorrow,
But that voice is growing weak.
Barely a whisper left,
How can I help it speak?
I’m drowning in my sadness,
pushed down by madness.
Will I ever get a firm grip on the rescue boat?
Im really struggling just to stay afloat.
There’s a light on the horizon,
but I can’t tell if I’m dreaming
or my mind is scheming.
I’ve just got to swim to the light,
somehow it has to be alright.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Comments (5)
Damn
Great use of the storm metaphor. So vivid.
There is light and hope at the end, we’ll find it together
Nice work!
There was a satisfaction.