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by Annie Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Self Help · #1567256

Stress related poem, written when I wasn't feeling myself.

Stress

Acuainted with destitude
Darkness Stepping into my room
through the moonlight the wind shall call
desicrated feelings adrupt into my thoughts
Spirit lifeless
Difficult to stand up tall
An overtaking resistance becomes futile with
no epiphany to fall
Until an essence of meaning retraces once more

~Annie~
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