Crimson …nothing is permanent ever.Not joy,not sorrow but despair makes it seem like it will.

Shadows crawl beneath the skin,
where even light cannot seep in.
Hope decays in midnight air
and then despair ignores your prayer.

Take care🙏

In the burn I wither. That is something. Nicely penned, crimsin

That’s terrific and honest.

Its hard to touch another’s suffering unless you’ve suffered yourself….I feel your pain.🙏

You have captured here that which is often so hard to put into words.

I’ve been depressed in the past, but some are clinically depressed and can’t get out of it without prescribed drugs. I feel for those people. It’s as though I’ve been released from jail due to time and age and they’re still in.
This really hits the nail on the head.