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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