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 feel as thopugh i am being crushed by a million pounds.
Now 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 2013
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