Another day is here, And each day is a test. As the other days were, Everything is messed. Oh YOU! Can YOU see how it feels?
To be all alone? This wound is never going to heal, After all I have been thrown. I am calling YOU for help, And screaming in pain. Seems like I’ve lost in a forest of kelp, And no one to blame. Will this ever be prevalent? I search for answers. But none found to be benevolent, They labeled me a sufferer for ganser. What should I do and where should I go? I have no place to hide in. I have no one except YOU, though I bow, It’s the only way I know, I can win!
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AuthorThis is Naima Naseem. I am not a blogger by profession, just love to unwrap my thoughts via my writings. Archives
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