My Sanctuary

Depressed Poetry

My Sanctuary

  Many sleepless nights

Lived in a smokey haze

Occur within the four walls

Of my sanctuary.

I listen to the sounds

Of my clock ticking

Staring at the pictures

That flood my walls.

This area of inspiration

The room I write in

The only place on earth

Where my sadness can be put into words

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