Poem: Where to Go?

A sense of sorrow is filled with worry.

A love of light is no longer shinning bright.

Time is running so the pain starts to sit.

Hitting the valleys but missing the lows.

The water is rising so the machines start working faster.

Then it all ends as the words can no longer hold the door.

You tried to make things better, but what exactly is that.

The place of settle is starting to become stress.

Nothing hitting the goals that used to beat your chest.

Wondering is this the path that one must take.

Then you see that light is no longer at the end of the tunnel.

You start to wonder; now where do you go?

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