Solitude
Looking
through his lonely and weary eyes
No wonder I know he got less but space
So dark and dreary and cold like the ice-
That emptiness casts by frown in his face.
He’s all alone bemoan his hopeless state
Remembering someone more day by day,
Bringing himself to daze and maze mind fate
And tears of longing keep flowing away;
For he desires something not meant for him
Yet in these thoughts he continues to buck
Like a cub, running out from the mark dim
And fighting, so fiercely, against the clock.
At end, with feebleness, cause his stumble
Losing desires, got nothing to gamble.
-J.K.P.
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See this???
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