A feeling of great distress
No hope, no light at the end
Like fallen trees
In a torn down forest
The light is weak
My thoughts are bleak
My body is broken
My mind won't be mended
Light grey skies
Leave-less trees
Open plains with no end
Save me from this state
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This is a free-verse poem about feeling distressed.
The first stanza is about how everything is so plain, and that it feels endless. The second stanza is how the person feels weak, physically and emotionally. Finally the third stanza is about how he wants help, but he doesn't know who or what to turn to because he feels so alone.
I wrote this poem after driving past a place where there used to be a forest, but got cut down.
The figurative elements are - Similie (Lines 3-4) & Imagery (Lines 9-11)
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