Nothing worth mourning over
Nothing worth remembering
In a life, half lived
My life, half lived
Sporadic fits and reluctant spurts
Sprinkled along endless lows
In a life, half lived
My life, half lived
Actors went through the motions
And a bystander left on his stage
In a life, half lived
My life, half lived
Curious awkwardness at best
Drowning numbness at the end
In a life, half lived
My life, half lived
1 comment:
You should write more often. Your poetry has heart and soul and lots of pain
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