Wounded, Drained Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Wounded, Drained



Mislaid thoughts
tears that soak
a fast river appears,
I feel lethargic.

Subtle echoes suffocate me
tied to despicable reason
a soul needs help;
shun them out, I plead.

Each night
a haunting black
thoughts of morbidity
spread like poision.

A piercing cut remains
failure is incessant;
I fall, I fall
I am wounded, I am drained.

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