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Poetry

Sometimes poetry is the only way I can express my emotions, so here's a book inspired by life in general, but more specifically, my life.

Little Life

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by Aqualight_909

by Aqualight_909

Sweet child,

The purest form of humankind,

You have no passions or dreams,

You have no worries,

All you want is no pain,

and no hunger,

and an unsoiled nappy,

You have no worries,

You do not care about life and death,

and I despise you for that.

Bundle of love,

Innocent and naive,

You have a big heart,

You have everything.

You are tired, so you sleep,

you feel hunger, and you are fed,

you are dirty, and you are bathed,

you want, and you get,

and for that, I envy you.

Dear baby,

I have no freedoms,

I make money because I need it.

I am tired, but I work,

I am insane, because they drive me,

I am in constant worry,

It's hard world,

And I wish I could shelter you from this

Soon, you will be aquainted with this,

You'll thirst for freedom,

And you will be succumed,

By worries and complex predicaments.

Whilst I breathe jealousy,

I also feel empathy,

And I can only hope,

You're life's not a mess like mine.