Julian Estrada Poems

Through endless fields of lamentation,
Each step taken I deplore,
The endless roar is nothing more,
Than absolute damnation,
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Day by day it does its work,
Evil at its very best,
Pierced my heart down to its core,
Reaping any hope that's left,
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Day after day, night after night,
The grip of depression is holding me tight,
I wake with anxiety perched on my shoulders,
The weight makes it feel like I'm carrying boulders,
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