Tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens, I will depart. Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed, Sorrowful, and for me, day will be as night, For there is no wish To survive.
Maya, well-written poem and well-matched with the photo. The poem is so dark! We often wonder what is in the minds of people who are suicidal. Your poem explores a plausible scenario. ❤ Have a great weekend! Cheryl
Painful thoughts of a depressed person who no longer wish to live
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Sometimes to revive your strengths, the sadness is good. Don’t worry I’m all good. 😊
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Perfect imagination for the pic! Well written Maya. 🥰
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Maya, well-written poem and well-matched with the photo. The poem is so dark! We often wonder what is in the minds of people who are suicidal. Your poem explores a plausible scenario. ❤ Have a great weekend! Cheryl
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Thanks, You too have a blessed and wonderful weekend! ❤⚘
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To be nothing, free from who we imagine we are
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Well said🙏
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BEAUTIFUL 💕
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Well written , Maya 💙
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Thanks Era💕
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anytime 🤗
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Intense one. Beautifully Penned❤
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Thanks❣
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