Forlorn

When the mind is at great unrest,

the shadows of past numb the joys of the present times.

All in good vain,

efforts seem effortless.

Resistance builds like a thick wall.

Moving, then seems pointless,

and everything then seems dark.

Inspired to write from the daily prompt: Forlorn

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