How's it that I long for things,
That I try to break away from?
Why does sorrow engulf regret,
Like thunder on a stormy night.
Life now makes me wonder,
If guilt, remorse, grief and despair,
Is all that exists for my pleasure,
Do I take these away from the air?
All those pages that I read,
And those which I scribbled in,
Deep inside they fall apart,
Tearing up through bare skin.
This agony must soon pass,
The old convincing lie!
It never passed; to the wry,
You either adjust or succumb.
But, watch the kids, they smile,
Not having learnt to see the dark,
Need to be the same for a while,
Incapable, makes me grieve again
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
