Who said that life is short
I want to beat them with a stick
Life is long, way too long
There's nothing to do for these 60 or 80 years
I'm already exhausted with all this world's got
Tired of facing my too many fears
Tired of my sorrow and randomly shedding tears
Tired of running from that which never disappears
I try to connect to life, but the connection severs
Guess I'll be like this till the end nears
And until then I'll burn from life's sears.
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Eternal Pain
PoetryAlone in the night, nowhere to hide Just me and my trash thoughts to write