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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Writing · #1087311

Another descriptive interpretation of my inner pain from long ago.

Reality


Agony, I must endure
A disease for which there is no cure
The only thing I know for sure
Is everlasting pain.

Misery is my company
Her cold embrace is always with me
Each second seems an eternity
As teardrops fall like rain.

The torture never really ends
When I’m lonesome with my closest friends
Colder than the arctic winds
I always feel alone.

Life, oh pitiful necessity
Pleasure and comfort, mere fantasies
Why can’t they be reality
Why can’t I always dream?
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