It well may be in
A difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain
And moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past
Resolution's power,
Or trade the memory
Of this night for food.
It well may be.
I do not think I would.
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Sad Poems
PoetryHere are some sad poems that I made and/or stole from the internet. Hope you like it. Don't judge me!!!
