It starts from you
It grows in you
It feeds on you
Like a Dementor
It envelops you
It numbs you
It engulfs you
Like a painkiller
You feel nothing
You see nothing
Of the griefs of other people
Yes, they are grieving too
You can put an end it to it
You can let it take you away
To a desolate place
Yes, that place is the arms of death
It can harm you
If you let it harm you
You can defeat it
If you don’t dwell on it
IT is sadness.
-Ridh
i love this poem so much!! :))
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Glad to hear that!!
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Wowww!!!!!!!!!!!!You write really amazing poems!!!!
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Thanks Amrutha!
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