Each day is a day like day had before I don't know if I can take anymore There's pain in my bones; Weak feeling and sore I question myself what this life is for
Don't know what's ahead; Don't know what's in store As happiness hides behind a locked door The pressure, it builds to find it before The hourglass now has emptied what's stored
The light from me left; Although I'm not sure If ever I had a light that was pure My soul's on death's bed; No hope of a cure The word's left unsaid; I'll always want more
Waves lapping against the rocky beach shore Each time takes away; A heavenly chore Was true of my joy; A tunnel was bored Inside from my soul true self of me poured
I ******* out myself like a ***** Each day is a lie that I can't afford I wish I was maimed; Insides had been gored I can not explain; Knight falls on his sword
But I am no knight; More like one who's poor Been chewed up, discarded; Fruit with no core Tried sharing with you; A piece of me tore But know you disliked; Did nothing but bore
This poem is not new; These words said before I've whined and cried too like those I deplore A task left to do; Must settle the score Each day starts anew; Be happy once more
Written: November 15, 2018
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