Sometimes, I often wonder why something shouts as loud as thunder
It was there inside of me, hiding for a reason
Sometimes, I looked at the sky and hurtle a cry
Maybe because of hurt but still, I'm wondering why
As I wake up in the morning, the light blinds me from darkness
my heart is filled with such sadness
I am an ordinary person with a broken heart and shame everywhere
I can't believe this pain inside and shame elsewhere
These unexpressed feelings of mine will never let me be fine
I hope tomorrow as I looked up the sky,
all my doubts, pain and hurt will die
Tears should not fall from this eyes again and again...
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
