My mind keeps going through
A truly astonishing quest
Where water never stops flowing
From it's high rise trench
On some days, I try to hold it down
But then it turns into clouds
Only to become the rain
And a thousand rivers again
And anger, And pain
Disappointment in people
Perhaps that's not all in vain?
When I've to pick up very drop
Send it back to the sky
From where it came
Pretend it doesn't hurt, this game!
It gets taxing up here
Where the healing begins
You never get to be known right
Let alone, be given a win.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Powerful and poignant. Great work.
Thanks a lot 😊
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