Loss of interest, diminished mood,
for days I sit, for days I brood.
Bleak despair washes over my soul,
on the inside I am no longer whole.
The elusive void grows forever wide,
happiness for me has been denied.
Sinking deeper into the somber abyss,
wishing I could elevate this awful mist.
Hope fades each and every night,
at the tunnels end there is no light.
Lost within my endless fatigue,
death now holds major intrigue.
Cannons sound within my mind,
it seems the light I will never find.
Restless now of this daily toil,
praying soon to be one with the soil.
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Wonderful sad poem full of depth...
