Life

February 8, 2018

Life can be hard

Life can be tough

Why is my life a mess

I find myself stuck.

Lost in space

Nobody to help.

My life is a mess

Like messy books on a shelf.

Most times I wonder

What the good can bring?

I sit and think

Perhaps nothing to me.

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