Self Pity

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Alive this night, I try to be

While candle flickers on display

The room, prison, my lock, no key

My bed, my life, in disarray

 

 

My thoughts, unsure, they hold no weight

The phone, its ring, no tone, no sound

My family, gone, they left with hate

So left in tears, to one day drown

 

 

But yet, die not, I am still here

Thinking long and hard, still no clue

Can’t bring them back, the ones held dear

So this, my life, I’m left to rue

 

 

What is this man supposed to do?

My life is death, this much is true

  • Author: Michael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2023 07:12
  • Category: Reflection
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  • LIZ

    Unsure, in disarray, in pain. And yet....we're still alive (walking dead)! What to do? Take it....one moment at a time! Beautiful reflection!

  • mvvenkataraman

    A dolorous poem written superbly,
    The rhymes are indeed remarkable,
    May God be with the man to protect,
    While living and also after his end!



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