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  • They broke us

    think about the lies the truth
    hear my voice a stupid youth
    entranced by the promise of more
    yearning to see beyond the door

    bottles on the floor voices in my head
    rarely able to think to mourn the dead
    over the sea of problems I try to escape
    keen eyes still find in it no true shape
    escape impossible misery immanent

    until we are free out souls still remain
    still in the rooms alone and in pain

    {Inspired by an old ghost story}

    By: DepressedPoet

  • #2
    Thanks for the note on your inspiration...I think you captured the feel of that quite nicely in your word choices here.

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