Lost
Silently sitting under the Rain,
Hoping it washes away my Pain
Straight down the Drain
And ease off this Strain.
My back in so much Pain
Evidence of Hardwork.
What would be the Gain,
Would i meet with Luck.
Sweep the distance off my Feet,
And bring the journey to Me.
In my eyes you will See,
That life is not so Sweet.
Wearing poverty as a Dress,
I walk with constant Stress.
And i knew i had lost Track,
As i am deep in the Dark.
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