My throat has ached for the longest time

my eyes are teary and dull

this deep depression overtook me

and loneliness filled my soul

My face is blank and I cannot speak

for I have nothing to speak for

there is nowhere for me to walk

I can only encounter this closed door

I’m trapped inside this somber cell

sitting at the bottom of your weathered well

until you change forever I’ll dwell

boiling in misfortunes’ spell

My thoughts are clouded by gloom and grief

swarmed in hatred and disbelief

my heart is enveloped in the darkest wreath

and yet you still stand there with one half of my missing piece.

 -Marie Walters, 2017




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