To preface this, I just realized I’m really really depressing when I write poetry O.o
Sorry I haven’t been in town
Sorry I haven’t been around
I’ve been feeling down
Down deep beneath the ground.
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I find myself crying again
Into my pillow late at night
Impossible to restrain
Impossible to find the light.
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Armed only with a shovel
Not a candle to light the way
I’m to dig out of this hovel
To make my way towards the day.
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Some day I will breathe fresh air,
As I walk upon a golden stair.
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(Image credit goes to Kellie Brining, where she got it I’m not sure.)