Poetry – Living?

I thought that if I focused on the future,

The now wouldn’t hurt so much without you,

Only to see the present dissolve and disintegrate,

And myself to become barely existent,

Searching for home in the next place,

I awaited my remaining days out,

Lost in the salty sea of my own tears,

Cleansing these clouded thoughts,

Bringing forth all of my fears,

And a realisation that,

In my Depression; I tried calling this living?

 

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Photo Credit: KlarEm – Deviant Art

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