"Days"
How does it feel every single day?
Words left unspoken, rarely to say.
Feelings, you thought would stay.
Loneliness guides you to stray.
How does it feel each day?
Hopelessness felt along the way.
Weights of burden, on your shoulders lay.
Grew tired and filled with wrath and dismay.
How does it felt like living each day?
As pain reminds you everyday,
"From ashes to ashes you'll return as gray."
October 19, 2019. 9:30 P.M
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
