The darkness has been with me always,
It’s the cause for my depressions that last several days
It’s the reason I’m in a negative state of thought
Many sad poems like this it’s brought
Why can’t I write about joy and fun?
I’ve tried but the poem turned out a negative one
From where did these dark thoughts come?
My poems are ok, but I want them to be happy some
Some people think of poems as a kind of gift
I think of it as a hole from which I need a lift
If only I had a happy life to write about
It would be a way from this darkness in which to get out
I don’t know why I have this plague.
It’s like memories, but they’re very vague
















Comments
I just wanted to add something philisophical to my comment just because this poem is so pretty in such a dark way. I love it. I think I shall fave it. Keep writting, even if it's your plague.
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F A D E
INTO REALITY
AWAKE
To
a
DREAM
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--all my lies are only wishes--
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