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3 am poem
twenty-five months have passed by
i left them eventually, worn solitude
few called me back, but seldom did I
never a strong friendship, never a feud
they turned the pages, and wrote new chapters
but i could never move on, held by dreary factors.
somewhere in the tedious-monotonous journey
the sense of being trapped by my own shaky hands
hits frequently when i'd beg for my own mercy
upon myself to not end it for no future plans
who once was a gifted neat kid has now all his abilities torn
and the comeback seems nowhere, but dare had he sworn
reluctantly he tries and fails, what once shined now seems worn
at every minor inconvenience he'd wish he was never born
"...maybe i deserved this, but my parents didn't."
a coward for this worldly life, praying daily for death 298394 times
i'd never decipher what life encrypts
could not make a lemonade of all the limes
and now persisting to move my frozen lips
can't continue to exist anymore, can we just end this?
i'd mourn until my soul ascends
leave the lingering lost life behind, and end
the melancholy of this aborted life, in repentance
like a period to an unfinished sentence.
© 2810
i left them eventually, worn solitude
few called me back, but seldom did I
never a strong friendship, never a feud
they turned the pages, and wrote new chapters
but i could never move on, held by dreary factors.
somewhere in the tedious-monotonous journey
the sense of being trapped by my own shaky hands
hits frequently when i'd beg for my own mercy
upon myself to not end it for no future plans
who once was a gifted neat kid has now all his abilities torn
and the comeback seems nowhere, but dare had he sworn
reluctantly he tries and fails, what once shined now seems worn
at every minor inconvenience he'd wish he was never born
"...maybe i deserved this, but my parents didn't."
a coward for this worldly life, praying daily for death 298394 times
i'd never decipher what life encrypts
could not make a lemonade of all the limes
and now persisting to move my frozen lips
can't continue to exist anymore, can we just end this?
i'd mourn until my soul ascends
leave the lingering lost life behind, and end
the melancholy of this aborted life, in repentance
like a period to an unfinished sentence.
© 2810
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