Small Poems #4

Poem #1 

All I see is black.

Am I blind or

Am I seeing the color

Of my dim soul.

 

Poem #2

The cold of my skin

Was inherited from my frozen kin.

 

Poem #3

You crossed my path

And I regret never saying

“Hello.”

 

Poem #4

I write to stay sane,

But creativity ain’t my game.

 

Poem #5

I want to feel good,

Feel whole and complete,

Yet the pill does nothing

But harm me more.

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