We sometimes get suck,
and just to our luck,
it's in a bowl full of muck.
We feel as though we can't get out,
we feel we're in an everlasting drought,
we finally agree to just give up and pout.
Maybe one day we can find were we belong,
but until then, we are stuck, singing the same dull song,
enen though we know its wrong.
Finding peace, is harder than not,
our minds are swirling, blazing hot,
we think it better, we just fought.
One day we will be at rest,
some of us choose to make it the best,
some of us choose to be a small pest.
We could welcome, the hate, the lies,
but we hate it, this we dispise,
we see it, though our own eyes.
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another poem! hope you enjoy it!
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Wishing for Daylight (Poetry)
Poetry(((Previosly known as: 'Begging for Breath'))) My poetry book. I have been told that these are very emotional, so don't say I didn't warn you if you cry... I hope you find at least one poem on here that you relate to... I, obviously, can relate to...
