Sorrow - Poem by Javier Falcon
The rip inside which causes large amounts of pain,
leaving the body engulfed in flames of depression.
As the overwhelming heat slow down the mind,
and leaves you open to nothing, but isolation.
As you tear away from friends to not let this emotion spread,
they are attempting to extinguish your pains,
yet only causing more wounds in your burning heart.
The flame which only feeds off the happiness of others.
Causing more hurt than can be imagined,
as if the devil were to open his pits of hell to you
and only true understanding can extinguish this rapid fire.
Yet this key is one hidden amongst the cloud of smoke.
As vision is poor and solutions are not visible,
desperation consumes the body and corrupts the mind,
thoughts of revenge and overwhelming remorse flow.
And the mind is just about to listen and attack.
Through the flames, a brighter light yet appears,
as your chest untightens, the anger dissipates,
the great depression which once devoured you,
is simply now a mere nightmare, yet far away.
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