Another year

Greetings in the new year. 

We are almost a month into the new year. Needless to point out, the year 2020 was the longest. We faced trials and troubles. The burden we carried put us down from time to time. The bridges we burned almost took us down it, but we survived. Welcome to 2021, fellow reader. I hope it will be a beautiful and prosperous year. 

I will be off loading a couple of pieces I wrote early last year to start the year. It was a difficult time. A time when I was facing the trials and troubles and burning bridges. Now not meaning to bring old troubles into the new year. However, these short pieces have been on my shelf for the longest time. I am also hoping to express sadness openly, which is different from the lovie dovie poems I usually post. The title of the book is The Shackles. I am only going to post the leading piece here. I will add the link so that you can check out the other pieces on Wattpad.

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/216901945?utm_medium=link&utm_source=android&utm_content=story_info

Dungeon 

I've tried it all but nothing can take the pain away.

Nothing can wash the stain away.
Certain things put it on pause,
But the pain always stays.
The pain cuts deep,
and the wounds are hard to heal.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a deep dark hole.
Days are different but I always feel cold.
It's a feeling of constant sadness.
It's been a while since I've felt whole,
I always feel empty inside.
My soul has been drained
By the agony I have endured.
My demons are out and about.
Tap dancing around the remaining puddle that is my soul.
To be honest I have no where to go.
I'm lonely and scared.
The things I've hidden and buried
Keep catching up to me.
It's like a dark world,
Where all the nightmares are true.
My heart is all I have.
And with hope I'll make it through.

P.S R.
05.01.20.