Sometime life is hard, and there is so much I still don't understand.
I feel alone and all I have is just myself.
I talk them over and things still don't make sense.
I have been told in time it gets better.
But I hate things to be like this; it's worse than ever.
Have I been jinxed, or maybe I didn't wake up yet.
I have to be awake; this hurts, with pain and real sweat.
All I can do is pray I go to a better place.
It can be in my head, heart, soul, and body ... My inner place...
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
