Mon, 11/02/2020 - 08:42 -- azco

Another day has passed,

thinking unusual stuff,

Making myself bored to death...

Walking all alone in the cold dark,

thinking of reaching far ashore,

Wanted someone to stretch out their hand

for me...

It's been an eternity,

I'm still locked in this prison,

and now,

My mind is another prison,

I couldn't get out! 




Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741