Sorrow
Not a single friend is present,
neither a text from a stranger,
Just the overwhelming gloom.
Where the clock is noisily ticking,
a neverending dangerous pitch.
Days go by, without stopping,
unnerve how they are melting.
The afternoons were encouraging,
but now they are frightening.
Everything is painted in blue shades,
and the drugs don’t do the effect.
The smell of despair is everywhere.
Full ashtrays and empty words,
there’s no place where you belong.
Loneliness is a sorrowful feeling,
worst than any kind of sickness.
It will attach to your whole body,
playing all kinds of tricky pranks.
Especially the ticking clock,
for you to realize you’re losing time,
motionless inside your room,
because you’re nothing but grief,
and no one is there for you.
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