This year, is dying
This year, is crying
This year, is saddening
Tears and fears
Are the summaries of my 2020.
I was at the blanket of sorrow
Kissing the grave
Lying at the casket
While I am drowned
With my own rivers.
Each day is a plain day
I lost my taste
On trusting people.
Being dumped at the middle of the deadly pandemic is shaking
Being dumped by one of your loved ones is breaking
It is like being knocked out
Worst, blacked out.
I can't manage to smile
Not even in a mile.
This year is crying
This year is dying
I wanted to close this year and never go back again.
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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.
