gloom
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Flowers in white, pink, and purple
Bewitched my eyes, so gloomful.
I hate to see your demise.
Farewell to this lonely face.
Rain
I hate it
The smell of mildew left behind
Little droplets pounding down
The puddles soaking my shoes
It's like a barrier
Holding me back
But like everything
It eventually goes away
Saturn
I should have known better,
To think, I could ever my saturnine flood.
The clouds that thunder for my return to their dim weather,
NEVER
NEVER
With thunderous blows,
My mind will play
But I was never afraid
Of the man that has oppressed what I had to express
Now we just play the blame game
The ones who want change just stare and stay the same
“Can we be friends?” he asked.
“Sure.” She lied.
(I just wanted more…)
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” She lied.
(I’m dying on the inside…)
“I’m always here for you.” He said.
How can they assumeThat trapped beneath unyielding gloomThat there’s a safely padded roomIn which my Psyche lay.
Darkness engulfs,clouded by despair.Surrounding the peacefulness,eroding it from within.Discontent follows,maddened by grief.Unpleasantly distraught,lacking true desire.
Alas; woe to my eyes--
Let them not see.
The object of my affection
Cares not of me.
Golden days are full of bloom
But inside petals is dark
of gloom.
Beneath waxy leaves
are hidden shadow
Mad at myself
For letting it end
Countless months, hours, and days
Spent with my thoughts in a never ending haze
