There's a thousand reasons
To hold on.
All these feelings,
I did scorn.
It got better.
I found something;
It was light as a feather
But it was a win.
I kept it locked
In a tight grip.
Till it dropped,
The second I did trip.
And again I found no point
In holding on to what I've learnt.
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Lucid (Poetry)
PoetryEvery thought is lucid... ...or maybe it's not. -------- A collection of poems thought out and written by me. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied or used in plagiarism. ©
