Standing back,
I feel so powerless,
Limp and stiff,
Still and racing
And half past gone as times.
I need to remind myself frequently
I'm not alone,
There is worse, much worse then mine,
So I only push it aside, and stay crouched feebly,
Suffocating under the pressure slowly.
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mid night poetry( part 1)
PoetryAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
