Poetry Mondays
It was hard to think of what to write today.
What should I do?
I'm filled to the brim with confusion.
To this world I feel an exclusion,
Wrapped in a shroud of seclusion,
Mired in abhorred profusion,
With one diagnosed conclusion;
That it's all just a delusion.
I seek the life of a rover;
To walk through seas of white clover.
But the pressing matter, moreover,
Is the world is soon to be over.
So let's play a game of Red Rover
And we'll call our sanity over.
I wonder what's to become of my fate;
In this world swaddled in hate?
Is there no room for those who create?
Will I ever find my soul mate?
Who says I get to be great?
Is it already far far too late?
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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