I feel its sadness
creeping, pounding, rising.
its every pump brings me back
back to the days of after school
summers, snow cones, boats, and the open sea.
My darkness is hiding behind every thought i think of
like a panther lurking in the jungle
finding the right moment to strike
yes, this is my true sadness.
Its there, and enigma, a figure of my imagination?
no
this is real.
This is what it feels like to be alone with no where to turn.
no family to talk to
no friends to hang out with
I'm done...