Haiku
From My Upcoming Collection “Jubilate in Despair”
My hard working hands
Cutting and grinding at work
Now ones on the ground.
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Quiet is golden,
No one can judge your silence,
But only ponder.
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I will disappear,
A shadow no light will cast,
Forgotten in time.
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Lying alone now,
Pondering frequent mistakes,
Past, present, future.
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Inhaling deeply,
The long road ahead narrow,
Crooked and wicked.
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A constant battle,
Self against self with no end,
Ever conflicted.
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Always do my best,
Falling short nearly always,
Hopelessness prevails.
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