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Human - Update 2023
Human
Sometimes, there are days
That seem bleak,
oppressive, cloudy and grey,
When you don’t know why you are here
And can’t even seem to find a reason,
To stay.
The dazzling bouquet of flowers
You once held in your arms
Have turned to ashes and dust.
And all that’s left,
Is just
To reset the alarm
And do the best you can -
Or do what you must.
And if you can’t open your heart,
Unclench your fists
And open your hands,
Though your trust
Was lost long ago
And you feel too tired,
To even to make a plan.
Sometimes all that’s left
Is to do what you must,
And do what you can,
Sweep the floor, gather the dust,
Wash your hands,
Carefully make your bed
Wash the dishes and then
Clean the kids room
Again
Buy eggs, beans and toast
Again
Because they’re coming
At ten.
You feverishly search
For a cigarette
But remember you promised
To give up
Again.
So finally you decide
And take your umbrella
And go outside,
But your strayed eyes
Are blurred with tears
And famished heart,
So smothered with fears,
You don’t see
The lush green of the park
And the pink blossoming tree.
Or the man the you used love
Waiting,
So silent and patiently.
And even though
You don’t have another Lover,
You are still not free.
And although you miss
The warmth and safety of his arms
And gentle way he kissed,
Even he,
Couldn’t repair your trust,
And so you go back
To your protective walls
And do what you can
And do what you must.
© Sangeet Portals 2022 – Updated 2023
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