Thursday, April 9, 2015

personal emotions

Mad some have gone, tears that are shed.
Sad for having none, missing who are death.
Bonds that are done, future that can’t be bet.
Poor to buy a phone, being the regret’s pet.

In these four confusing lines I said my pains.
Every day and every season it always rains.
Though I stand, it makes me live in drains.
I have for all the time, all day tried to refrain.
It may be nothing to you in your brain,
 But for 20 years I have been in this sore train.

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