It hurts.
It burns.
The daily demon appears,
it learns.
Coping to me,
staying,
why can't I let It free?
I start a-new.
But he finds me in the corner,
wanting not to be bothered.
What a world we live in,
so cruel.
Scary it is,
life.
It can be a bliss at times.
But then it can cut you with a knife.
"Just be careful" they say,
But I know he's here
all the time wanting to come and stay.
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The Forest of Life
PoetryI know poetry isn't for everyone, but what about some about everyday life. Struggles, fun, health, and many more things that we don't talk about. So this book will be filled with poetry that I'm not afraid to post because I want to start the convers...
