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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes, Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise. Quinquennium back I can clearly remember, The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember. My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves, The immensity of my drumming head, ever hopes it improves. Rise as I to the early morn’s sunshine, Try to smile and reminiscent, it’s surely futile to whine. And so I sooth my dreary mind, Impel the mind to elude dismal thoughts & unwind. Alas! I’m timorous, those dull & dismal thoughts befall, My mind ,now I know I need to overhaul. To edify my mind I have to seek, Muse must I, think ponder reflect every day of the week. Tall happy positive thoughts I must now contemplate, For these are those that will bring me peace and joy once they ruminate. When I close my eyes to tardy nites, Am gonna be happy at morn the thought itself excites. A long dark shadow of doubt it always looms, It’s foggy dawn and my dull thoughts they resume. From dawn to dusk I carry on a low, Pessimistic spirits, they make me slow. Explicit thoughts are sought desired, A sound body and mind are always admired. Forlorn, behold it in my mind’s eyes, Set tone the work ambience my passions cries, Throttled are my dreams, dismayed are my desire, And Brutus knife it’s uncouth edge stabs the back in holy attire. In a Quinquennium span, and time it ran, But my spirit at first light is like a weary man, Now I cognize to him his destiny a bloom, And to me my destiny untwined from his , so not to doom. Must alter my retort to suit me fine, And joyous days will transcend me to cloud nine. Aghast I am for I have lost, The crusade within me and am weary exhaust. Forlorn I am to the day’s time, Often mull are they my thoughts, that are all slime. Forlorn I am to the nite’s time, I know it’s time to clean up my heart’s grime. Forlorn it will be till I inversely think, From insanity, I’m now on its brink. Forlorn ,I want to say good bye, For many eons before I die.
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