Sonnet of a Broken Home

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It is 2 A.M. on Friday morning.

The world is asleep while I lay restless

I look out the window and its pouring.

.The clouds challenge my eyes to a contest

 

I feel like this life is a losing fight

Now I know why she left so abruptly

But I don’t know if what I want is right

I just feel like you don’t really love me

 

Maybe it’s just my imagination

Or maybe for some reason I’m just blind

But if it’s any consolation

I want you to know that I really tried

 

I can’t take much more, I’m about to drop.

I just want all the arguing to stop.

 
 
 
 
 

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