Inner
The feverish inkling. At first dawn
I, still nothing but a child
Even though at thirty one
I've managed to gain no love
The space in time strikes still with hurt, The clock strikes at
Zero, with no friend and love in sight
To try and reach for the overarching glow
Thorned up stem, being shy
Pricked with depression and silence
Many times, events in life, just breezed
With heat and chills, Still many were hurts
Passed over for fear
Rejection that nagging self
Always watching me at bay
How I wish I was proud, happy and tall
I, still nothing but a child
Even though at thirty one
I've managed to gain no love
The space in time strikes still with hurt, The clock strikes at
Zero, with no friend and love in sight
To try and reach for the overarching glow
Thorned up stem, being shy
Pricked with depression and silence
Many times, events in life, just breezed
With heat and chills, Still many were hurts
Passed over for fear
Rejection that nagging self
Always watching me at bay
How I wish I was proud, happy and tall
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