Miserable
a Poem by Raquel Swann
A virus without a cure
a spreading darkness
within thick clouds
a tree wilting from
the inside
a poor soul stuck
in a dead end job
an locked cage without
a key
a mansion riddled
with termites
a mirror without
a reflection
a day at an amusement park
but all the rides are closed
me and you trying to
relive lost days
behind us.
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Isn’t that always the case..
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