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Potential poems/rhymes for modern day life and living, coffee table book. |
| Locked inside, a downward fall, alone again, no-one to call. Friends depart when I am down, wanting only, the part, the clown. High and low my moods do go, left mostly feeling so. Life has become all so bland, sleeping for hours is all I stand. Worrying what the future does hold, it will pass, or so I’m told. A cry for help, deep in me, unable to break it, does no-one see. Can I be the only one, whose hopes and dreams have all but gone. |