Mental health feelings · Poems

Low

I’ve been trapped in the pit of despair for a while now.

Sunk so low, I’m not sure what is going on in the wider world.

Is there a wider world?

Do couples still sit and laugh hand in hand?

Do cherubic children still chuckle with glee?

Does the sun still shine? Do flowers still bloom?

Is there happiness outside of my hovel?

Is there running? Dancing? Singing? Loving?

Do stars shine? Does Earth spin?

You really miss a lot when you live in The Dark.

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