A short poem about a young man feeling like he’s in the worst place their could be.
poem:
No sun in the winter
Our folding hands wither
For no more splinters
To come slither past me
Hope is in despair
we can not feel our hands
nobody cares
about me
the light flashes by
lifting the clouds
making the crashes go bye
holding my hand, she is beside me.
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