I feel the guns fire at me,
and the bullets ripping me to pieces,
Why can't I defend, I feel I am merging into nothingness,
I know I can't let go and give up, but it feels I am being uprooted,
Nothing to hold me down, I feel I am losing my mind,
I need my shield back, my compass to guide me on this journey,
My ally when things go wrong, my shelter in a stormy weather,
My power to bring light to myself, and be able to share it with others,
My root to assert what I need, and giving me the will to fight for myself,
Where are you my voice?
I can barely hear you,
It's always been noisy inside my head, please don't mind,
With an explosion, I want you to be mine again, please be quick,
They are closing on us,
It's time to war,
Let's unite, and win this.
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Life poems
PoetryPoems and writings from a simple, melancholic, depressed person, who is looking for a purpose to his life. I write about how things appear to me. This work deals mostly with the mind, and the depressing thoughts and feelings that I feel or try to su...
