I look around the alley so dark
To find a way or light a spark
Startling at the slightest sound being made
like a poor goat for slaughter being laid
My eyes do not seem to wrok
and legs are as cold as ice
I'm screaming for some love
and a good place to hide
from my own emotions and blames
from my consciousness and shame
from my identity and fame
from my very own name
I lurk in the distant corners of hopelessness
yet missing the reason to be there
My existence doesn't really help much
I'd rather be not here
It was a random poem :) written right in the middle of a study session but a criticizing comment will be nice :D
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