Situation: hopless.
I bend and break
and twist deep within
and the blackness is harder to manage day by day
The weight of this state – crushing
The crushing in my chest
The abyss I feel is mightier than I could contemplate
Resignation, complete defeat, nigh
I am a reluctant prisoner
I detest my situation
And with every passing day I forget how to dream of a way out
Situation: hopeless. Abounds.
This is an original piece by Jose Bernardo.
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