The Cold, Dark Pool

Wed, 02/27/2019 - 15:52 -- poeter

My day goes by, all a blurry haze.I'm slowly drowning in a cold, dark pool.  People pass by, reaching out thier hands. I want to reach for thier hands, get out of the pool that my mind has created,made of dark thoughts and regret, but I can't. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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