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Preeti Gill Poem
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.
Copyright © Preeti Gill | Year Posted 2025
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Preeti Gill Poem
To whoever is writing my story,
I beg you to answer all my why’s
To fill the empty void in my heart
And give meaning to all the nights drowned by my hollow cries
Why did they have to leave?
I needed them most
Now without them I’m left drowning
Searching for comfort while I hang off the coast
To whoever is writing my story
Why did you hurt little me so much?
She wasn’t fat or ugly
She just needed a friend or such
Why did I grow up hating myself
With resentment and utter disgust?
It gets better I was told
But that’s something I could never trust
To whoever is writing my story
Thank you for bringing him in
But please don’t make him hate me
As I lie peacefully in my sin
I did the best I could
And for so long I tried to stay,
But I’m tired now
And I’ve got nothing left to say
To whoever is writing my story
Thanks for the laughter, the smiles and the woes
I don’t have much ink left
I beg you to bring my story to a close.
Copyright © Preeti Gill | Year Posted 2025
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