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An illness
Oh depth of my misery,
Oh soul of despondency,
Where is the end to my suffering?
I stare in the mirror and I most commonly see,
A void; a silhouette, a sad impression,
Oh my heart aches from lack of affection,
My face showing the scars of depression,
What is wrong with me?
I feel as if I harbor an incurable disease,
That is slowly eating away at all the things that make my life within reason.
wow this is profound!
To talk about this in the way you do really plus the reader in! A very very good poem, a return after all the things in the lasts lines to join the next line would help the structure. Well done!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks smoothie your comments
Thanks smoothie your comments always encourage me =]
and ok will do