The end is near
The sun retreats in anguish
As winter takes control,
I stare out the window blankly
As I let my thoughts unroll
I think of the isolation
Of the sadness I solely consume,
Betrayed by so called “friends”
And left to my own assume
I’m tired now and I have to go
But it’s not in my nature to give up,
Maybe that’s the beauty in life
The change, the growth, the disrupt
I bring my pen to the page
And utter my desperate cries,
I know my selfish leaving
But this is my last of tries.
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