Tuesday 10 November 2020

SOLITUDE

Life isn’t cosy, living isn’t easy,

When you aren’t there beside me.

Full moon has lost its meaning

Dark night is beyond my caring.

Days became months, months turned years

Every breath a sigh wetting eyes with tears.

Can’t see a goal, can’t find a path,

Trudging along blindly, unmindful of life’s wrath.

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