When I walked through the doors of hope,
There was a moment when it closed its door at my fate,
When I banged too loudly on it,
When someone shows up and said,
It's not something that you are looking for,
My hope were gone far away,
Maybe that wasn't an exact hope,
I was searching that way,
Maybe it was just an asset to find a hope of ray,
Where I can peacefully lay,
Maybe there's something I missed,
That there was something in my heart which really was pissed,
Do there is lot I found,
Lost I discovered that sound,
Aspiring floor, a vintage Store,
A lovely road, a good shore,
Maybe life is just enough with it,
Maybe there's nothing more I need,
Oh the lights, oh the life,
Oh the hope, oh the nostalgia,
As if all my life has come to page written by Sylvia,
But with different ending, different versus, different generation, time, and people.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
