Sadness

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Sadness

Sadness seeps through my veins
Dark as a moonless night it creeps
My battered heart pumps it along
Deeper as it takes over my body
Heavy with this my drug called hate
It is intoxicating as it takes me
Prisoner of my feelings
I have nothing left to give
Broken and left for dead
I lay here in my own hell


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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

angellv’s Poems (10)

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Mixed 0
The light 4
Sadness 0
Let Go 3
Fate 1
Silence 2
My Dear Friend 1
The Struggle 2
The Road 3
feelings 2