Today I find myself thinking
About a certain day,
The day I go away,
And free to walk my way.
Now this has been my great desire
For many years prior;
It seemed a matter dire,
Now, here, my days expire.
It seems in every crevice,
There is a memory precious.
And only now I admire,
As now my days expire.
Here sitting and wondering,
Very close to slumbering,
How could I have so much loathing,
For the place where I was growing?
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
truly profound
to realise our handy work of self-hindering trait's
in the now
of our traumatic lives, real-time scenes..
unlike most of us who realise, belatedly
and reject
its inconvenient truth's, so quickly...
a great read, thanks for sharing
Thank you so much for your response! I’m so glad that you liked my poem.
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