Blank
My mind is blank
No way to think.
I sink down
Into the ground,
Trying not to make a sound.
Torn and bound,
I have yet to be found.
I'm being crushed
By a million pounds.
No way to think,
I just sink.
Further and further
Down i go.
I think i have hit
The lowest low.
Copyright © Hope Ballard | Year Posted 2010
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