Deepest Pits

The sun stopped shining
Long before I remember
It was always raining
I am stuck in September
I have stopped feeling
I am no longer
A human, no, living being
In my worn out mirror
It's not me I am seeing
Redemption couldn't be farther
It's my grave I'm seeking
Hope is to err
Then why am I clinging?



Poetry by Dhruv
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Written on 2019-02-14 at 19:06

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chuma okafor
This one is indeed deep, Excellent.
2019-02-15



The relatively short lines are effective. Thank you for posting!
2019-02-15