Same Rhyme Poem, by John Lee, at My poetic side

On the mantel sits the ashes of my dog

And his favorite bone

He was the last piece of everything I love

And now he's gone

Just like everyone whoever made me feel

As if I belong

Now it's a struggle to make it through

Knowing I'm alone

As a kid I wished for the day when

I'm finally grown

Now I hate it, life is only chess

And I'm just a pawn

I often fantasize of a time when

I'm finally home

Will it be peaceful? peace is something

I've never known

Is there a sea to sail? Is there even wind

To be blown

Enough of the same rhymes like

The seeds I've sown

Sick of the same damn harvest

Of all the wrongs

This line is the last rhyme before

I change the psalm.

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