Friday, 7 August 2015

The day feels like another decade,
with wounds of yesterday unaided,
the sound from the clock,
is killing joy every second,
with gloom around ready to apprehend,
slumber less i asking pain to far flow,
defeat all in hand today,
do life still holds the glow,
making me feel the day like a decade,
with wounds of yesterday all unaided......

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