Tumbleweeds prance across my brain like a desert terrain.
Silence is near,
Depression is here.
It's clogging my pores as if seeking refuge.
Everything, Everything, Everything is attacking me.
My lips that smile for the game no longer mean anything.
I disintegrated into a downward dungeon,
Deeper into the depths of exhaustion.
The murmur of my feet greets the forest floor,
Dragging an unknown creature hostage.
Everything, Everything, Everything is attacking me.
I'm dead, no longer functioning.
Yet my eyes still capture my distraught reality,
My heart still thumps in tired captivity,
And my body still yearns for energy.
But I'm dead!
I'm truly dead!
Just a wisp of forgotten memory
That lingers in a dusty manila folder,
With breezes of unscented odor.
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Delusions of A Voiceless Creature
PoetryDetailed Poetry that will ripple through your body and impale you with emotions; emotions you were suffocating with the light God has given you.
