My pen aches, it’s been ages
The words don't come; it's hard to find pathways
My heart craves to speak.
My pen aches, too much word
The words don't come, they are sad to move
My heart sinks, heavy words cry.
Life has been full of roses
Withered roses
Dead through consistent striving
Wake up to a beautiful day
Filled with breeze of sadness and
Sorrow chirping of birds
I cry when joy comes my way
Because it's for a limited period
Depression dictates my life.
It hurts to lament
Why do I make my plight known?
My situation won't be changed.
I live in a pool of forlornness
My cries won't melt sadness away
I`m already deep in the pool
Thanks for taking your time to read this pious poetry, have a lovely night rest.
Still your lovely fellow Steemian
@holabisi
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It's a fase that would pass
We all have such momments
If the joy doesnt come
Create it
You will be fine
Always loving your contribution @jeaniepearl , thanks for this once again.
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Wow proudly euronian
Thanks for stopping by.
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Hi @holabisi
The darkest part of the night is the time close to dawn, even in the pool of sorrows, sadness and bitterness there is hope.
@dubem-eu
@holabisi, this is great
Life is a challenge and we must face it, Never give up, and be confident in what you do. You're going to go through tough times - that's life. Tough times never last, but tough people do. You've got to stay strong to be strong in tough times.weeping might be at night but Joy cometh in the morning...
Really love d last meme u displayed. The best meme for every Poet 2 use
Thanks a lot, i really appreciate it.
Dear life itself is like a journey in futility and everything is just vanity.... Vanishes like the air we breathe out but that should not deter us from enjoying the moments as they come. We should never give in to depression or else we would just gloss through life bemoaning our poor fate.