On days of despair
I still choose to write
Let it out , somewhere and
Out of my sight !!
My not-so-happy poem
I’d say it reeks of loneliness
Days spent thinking alone,
not-so-happy, , in solitude
Listening to my own voice
Will I ever stop judging myself?
My not-so-happy poem
Of lost opportunities and
Lost loved ones
Torn between the past and the present
Is my not-so-happy poem.
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