There was a certain nothingness
About the world I walked in,
A bleak, translucent emotion
That swarmed upon me
Faces- filled with blankness that consumed them from the outside in
Engulfing me in the self-centered -are you okay's-
There is a hopeless horizon
Stretching on, and on
It's all that I'm able to see.
And when night falls,
Morning never seems to come.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
