Through the shades of greys ,
To the pits of my dreadful days..
My soul will weep and wither ,
But my conscience is crystal clear still..
As much as I am still weak and imperfect ,
So is my resolve for a better years..
Today is a painful journey I'll endure ,
Tomorrow I'll reap the fruits of my labor..
Hopefully so I pray to the heavens ,
That this silent sentiments of mine ;
Turns into happy thoughts and
Beautiful memories!..
~ nniiwwpoetry ~ 04/09/24
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