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Hard Times.

The sun doesn’t shine on me anymore.
Only acid rain on me does pour.
Coldness numbs my broken soul.
Depression darkens my thoughts as black as coal.
Lie awake all day and lie awake all night.
This feeling of hell is hard to fight.
My future looks backwards and looks bleak.
No forward cure my sick mind does seek.
Devilish voices shout inside my head.
As i lie upon my body fluid stained bed.
Outside is a place i now never go.
To me outside is my worldly foe.
Here i lie in a state of pain.
All over me pours acid rain.
To you all i say do have a goodnight.
On my skin devilish bed bugs do bite.
 

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Ravindra Kumar

This is a deeply affecting poem that successfully conveys the crushing weight of severe depression and isolation. It's a stark and unflinching portrayal of inner turmoil, using strong imagery and direct language to create a powerful emotional impact. The poem serves as a stark reminder of the pain that can accompany mental health struggles and the feeling of being trapped within one's own suffering.
It's important to remember that this is just a commentary on the poem itself. If the poem reflects your own feelings, please know that you are not alone and there is help available.
 

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