Something sad
It hasn't rained for a long time,
I am in a desert.
Prisoner of my own mind,
In the unknown,
Searching for loneliness,
When you live with the idea that
suffering is a feeling
You try to go there
To feel alive.
Copyright © Izabela-Georgiana Bran | Year Posted 2024
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