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Zachary Wood Poem
Tranquil, calm, kind
A storm beneath it all
Joyful, happy, fake
Alone in my wake
Mind is dark
Life seems stark
A box too small
Thoughts that crawl
Feeling so low
As the roof collapses
And time elapses
Skin too tight
How to make it right
You have the key
Depression tormented me
Trapped, scared, alone
Atone
Copyright © Zachary Wood | Year Posted 2024
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