English poetry, Mindful

Wistful


The fate of a lost one,

Left in the mess of a dome,

In vain searching for a bright light,

Yet finding more lone sights,

The heart so broken,

Weak n disturbed with no hope,

But must find the exit,

Whether death or life,

For there is no one,

To help n guide,

The worth of ur soul,

Is stated clearly,

So torn or not,

Keep on going,

U will find the right,

Just not the flight!

 

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