This year is rough
I've fallen to the tough
Tough battle
Where the darkness rattles
I am used to face various battles.
But this year's battle
Made me broken.
I have lost my hand to the Earth
I have lost my sight into the Earth
I have lost the warmth in my heart.
The bright morning rays
Turned into night of mourning grays.
The wholesome peace
Turned into crushed piece.
The glare in my eyes
Turned into the flare of the oozing ice.
This year, slain me.
This year, the pain lingers
Few days from the now,
I am crossing my fingers.
Hoping on the 2021
The pain will be resting in peace
The sorrow will be buried into piece.
The falls in my eyes will stop.
The gray ray will finally be deleted.
This year is rough
I face huge and tough
Huge and tough battles.
Thankfully, I am guarded with a steel of faith
Even if somehow, the fate
The fate is wicked and tricky.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
