When I talk to others
I can’t look them in the eye.
The sun is too bright,
so I don’t even try,
but what’s the point in trying
If nobody will care?
Will I ever be happy,
Or remain in despair?
Maybe one day,
the sun can shine behind me.
I’ll stretch for the sun
But it seems out of reach.
Goodnight.
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Author:
Vio (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don’t think I like this. Okay, goodnight
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Reaching for the unreachable comes through in this poem of hope. Well done
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