Covering up, admitting defeat
The world’s no longer “at my feet”
In fact my enthusiasm’s beat
Don’t try to offer words, if sweet
I want no longer to hear their bleat
They only offer mournful gleet
I’m on that one way street
Where depression offered me a seat.
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awesome poem Sharyl! Well done!
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Excellent poem Cheryl.
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