What is Happening

Regret,Longing,and hurtfilled tears,
fill burning eyes like the sun.
Sitting alone on a cool night,
wondering of lives just begun.

Questions,Oh! Say questions,
with whose answers art not yet found.
Holding on so tightly,
to whats left of solid ground.

Breathe and try to erase,
Thoughts which haunt so swift.
No! They shall not float away,
not fly, nor drift.

Wake up to repeat the process,
to repeat each stretching day,
and maybe, Yes! say maybe,
some joyfullness shall stay.





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