On a road that is too steep
murky memories are hard to keep.
Ineffable injuries are very very deep
They move at a creep but
they ‘ve grown to a huge heap .
Sour sadness has taken a long leap
and my soul proves to be so cheap
that I start to wheeze and weep
then I plunge into a nightmarish sleep.
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Nice poem.
awe this was sad friend, but we cannot always write about sweet things, great imagery 🙂
Such deep sadness convey in your poem…well said.