Hey Guys I dug this poem up in my documents and I hope yuh like it :)
Raindrops are like tears;
Seconds feel like years.
A poke feels like a stab;
Self-control seems impossible to grab.
Love seems like hate;
A lifetime feels like a long wait.
Death seems more like life;
A feather feels like a knife.
My soul is like a dark, silent, bottomless pit;
Waiting for some light to be lit.
My heart is a rock, sinking to the bottom of my soul;
Hidden at the bottom, nestled into a dark hole.
On this journey through suffer and strife;
I still continue to find my meaning in life.
By: Saara Mowlana
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