Despondence
I am a little blade of grass
In the desert of life
Trying to fathom what the world, for me, has
Other than misery and strife
I try to survive everyday
Trying not to wilt
Will I live to see another day
Or towards death, will I tilt
Don't have a friendly pat or a lover's caress
In this desert, barren and vast
Not even with a smile does anybody bless
Nor a kind look does anyone cast
As I try to hide my little tears
Beneath tiny drops of dew
I yearn for just a day sans my fears
Just a day with a happy hue
But the scorching sun burns relentless
To it, my life is nothing but a farce
I draw in my last breath, in this world merciless
What was I after all? Just a blade of grass
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