At long last I've seen them
I know that they are there
they follow me into my dreams
and pull me into an abysmal pit of dispair
I struggle with them everyday
Always failing to run away
they make me frown when I want to smile
they make me cry when I want to laugh
they make me well aware
that they are always there
following me into the future
haunting me in the present
I now know what's changed me
what's made my mood so dull
I now know the reason behind this endless darkness
I can feel their strong pull
Now, and at long last
I've acknowledged the looming shadows
of my past
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Just Some Poems
PoetryA poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing...
