This time is different
Did what I could but fell so short
So what's left?
My tired glass; apathetic walls
My tired arms; a muddied breath
A tired soul
My reflection its regret
But with this same glass
A tired soul can sleep
An exhale to it all
If only this poem brought the same solace
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
This time is different
Did what I could but fell so short
So what's left?
My tired glass; apathetic walls
My tired arms; a muddied breath
A tired soul
My reflection its regret
But with this same glass
A tired soul can sleep
An exhale to it all
If only this poem brought the same solace
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