Revealing

It's disgust brought anguish by the grave of my soul
An infinite floating sinister shadow my soul it binds
Back into my memories muse
This shadow my of darkness I feel it crawl
Ominous clouds forming
As it descends
Of savored wonder this storm of sorrow
I drift away
A quiet fright of unease black is my soul
Black are my wings
Black is the days
Trapped is my mind trapped is soul
I am uncovered I am cold.
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This poem is about my mental illness I suffer with everyday. What it\'s like, or how it feels.