POEM: Life is a Mess

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Life is a Mess

Before I close my eyes

I fill the coldness of an ice

Waiting for the sun to rise

Preparing for the day of nice.

The moon beams on my face

As I sat on a suitcase

Full of unfortunate past

Full of useless and dirty dusts.

I've waited for so long

Thinking it might go wrong

As I sang a humming song

I see no one along.

As my tears begun to drop

As the wind blows my cap

I stand there motionless

Feeling life is a mess.

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