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Melancholy

let me just speak, and tell you how I feel, 

exhausted, feeble and weak, 

I can’t bear to eat another meal,

sad doesn’t describe the emotion,

empty and disheartened? 

no it’s lonely, feeble and broken,

depression stews through my veins,

turning them from blue and purple,

to a disillusioned dark grey,

a monotone voice, with a monotone soul

a monotone life, I fear I’m losing control,

I’m yet to meet death, but I feel the connection,

I hear her breathing, and can smell her direction,

caressing my brain with her words, the words of a thespian, 

save me, release me,

fish me out of this aquarium

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Hello there. As you have stumbled across my page, please take the time to look through some of my various writings and photographs. I like to try new things, and different styles of writing is one of them. Poetry is not dead, writing is an art, and i intend to be an artist.

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