Here it comes.
Its capacious claws of dejection,
seeping through the cracks,
to diminish my perfection.
I simply try to breathe,
But by the melancholic waves I am defeated,
Optimism is drained and slowly depleted.
I try to run, run,
I rummage through the rooted pit in search of the light,
My conscience longs for joy and struggles to fight.
But no,
Its on its route, around the bend,
Hello sadness, my old friend.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
Here it comes.
Its capacious claws of dejection,
seeping through the cracks,
to diminish my perfection.
I simply try to breathe,
But by the melancholic waves I am defeated,
Optimism is drained and slowly depleted.
I try to run, run,
I rummage through the rooted pit in search of the light,
My conscience longs for joy and struggles to fight.
But no,
Its on its route, around the bend,
Hello sadness, my old friend.