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[shadow_enigma]

I am feeling cornered,

Boxed in,

Reluctant to persevere,

I need to break the box,

Or myself,

“You’re already broken,” I hear.

As the depression overwhelms,

It maintains my stomach turning,

While my chest’s sinking sentiment,

Exacerbates the pain; churning.

Temporary bouts of solace,

Unaffected by my yearning,

End as fast as they appear.

With this poem I’m adjourning,

For a trip to find some final peace,

From which I’m not returning.