Hey guys, am sorry i wasn't active for some time, i been busy with some school stuff, here is one of the poem i wrote while i was away. Enjoy <3 ![people-3214687_1920.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmbLoEKDpSqJ6puEbZWSHFZ5rCJ31nHfWUTYF2uV3bywrN/people-3214687_1920.jpg) image source The words that have yet been talked the things I have to state. To voice what's inside my heart I can't discover a way. I've battled with my feelings I've held them somewhere inside. I would not like to confront what for so long you've attempted to stow away. I've been lost inside the dull for so long I've seen no light. Clutching the memory of a period when things were correct. I've viewed your face also, seen the pity in your eyes. The skirmish of habit you never again can camouflage. I've appealed to discover the appropriate responses of what I myself must do. Furthermore, I've petitioned God for the quality to battle through the hell that I experience. I've hung on for so long be that as it may, I can never again watch you kick the bucket. I can't battle this for you be that as it may, rulers knows how I've attempted. It's simply so difficult to watch the ones you cherish gradually disappear. That is the reason I simply shut it out what's more, clutched yesterday. I don't have every one of the appropriate responses or on the other hand the ability to spare your spirit. Your broken, lost and forlorn what's more, I can't make you entirety. This battle is yours and yours alone regardless of what I do. For I can't spare you the special case who can is you. In this life I once felt trust. I now and again still have confidence in this, be that as it may, every minute somewhat less. I feel surrendered in my gloom, what's more, it's hard to repair. I get broken every day some more, keeping these feelings in my center. I wind up taking cover behind this grin, the one that demonstrates my refusal. I have contemplations of dejection, which no individual ought to have. I disguise this so well; it feels like I'm in damnation. I hurt within, attempting to push these evil spirits aside. I need something better, to not feel this dread. I know it can be reasonable; there are things that make life middle of the road. I just can't discover the excite, like when I was a youngster with a one dollar charge. I recall when dreams were possible, presently it feels like I'm without a doubt questionable. I wish to get myself soon. This feels as though I'm caught in a casing. I might want to bring forth, not be so disconnected. I have to end this coldness, before death abandons me cruel. ![candle-2038736_1920.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmR4KyQuHx5sR6LsEMebx8vFtQB4wFuM41GCDq3m3jCoa2/candle-2038736_1920.jpg) image source Thanks for reading, please if you enjoyed this post, consider to give it a like, because it will help me a lot
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