Dull eyes reside in a pounding head
The sparkle of hope, but a glimmer
Dreams lie smashed, broken and dead
Life couldn’t look much dimmer.
The streets are bleak and monchrome
The people are of disgust and distaste
The great array of sounds are monotone
If you seek Hell, you’ve come to the right place
Welcome to my life, the city of endless pain
Valleys of solitude run deep
This is where you have all to lose and nought to gain
And your only reprieve is sleep
To be truly alone is something without escape
To be on your own rips you apart
To have no one there is a truly damned fate
And destroys what’s left of your heart
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Keep writing poetry…it is a powerful catharsis for pain and despair. Do it for yourself.