I woke up with a sore heart,

a bitter soul

and sunken eyes.


I am trapped in a prison,

I can see the keys

and I can’t reach them.


I am lost, in my own thoughts,

I can’t seem to find the exit

all I see is darkness and walls.


The past has attacked me,

with spears of pain

and arrows of sorrow.


I am powerless and weak,

like a butterfly without wings

I am also losing my esprit.


My soul is wandering,

in a desert of regret and loneliness

mired with sadness.


I want to tell you all about it,

but you are as fragile as a feather

I fear you might get blown away.



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