Not fulfilling any wishes,
disappointment in the air;
how worthless can anyone be,
world around is not fair.
Spark of fire seen at night,
ground too wet from tears;
Shouting loud as ambulance's siren,
not being heard even by dears.
Smiling feels like going in debt,
which lifetime does not pay;
sharing breath with everyone here,
running short, on white I lay.
Seeing the world revolving around,
paralyzed on my chair;
Sounds trafficked as a bait,
creeping close gives, a scare.
- Author: Czechs ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2023 10:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Not reaching your expectations? I feel you.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 16
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