Heavy
Deluge drenched day Endless empty evening Telling myself tomorrow won’t feel so heavy Not quite believing Seratonin shortfall Pessimism propagating Every light source somehow dimmed Every shadow elongating This won’t beat me Hurting won’t ruin me Eyes and ears alert for any opportunity To write about something better To become something brighter like I always do eventually because I’m a fighter
Beautiful
I made you feel something with my poems twice! That is seriously so fulfilling for me, just to get some confirmation that my poetry is making an impact. Thanks for the kind comment.