Jun 19, 2019 | Rating : | Written by Lamar Neal
12:26am Read Count : 64

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
12:26am.

As I sit in this dark room,
Filled with anxiety,
Fears I had as a lost boy resume
In totality. 
Despite my resilience,
I can't help to be afraid.
What if, in this remembrance,
My brain falls back in love with the depression?

I'm terrified

Comments

  • Jun 19, 2019

  • Maurice Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Your past memories are only bad if you believe they will control you You can control them and go on looking For better days 🦋🦋🦋🦋

    Jun 19, 2019

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