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Miniature Poem

by Jerald Dean 3 months ago in sad poetry
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(For Dragging On)

Nobody's here tomorrow

No one is here today

So just spend the night in sorrow

And next week you'll be okay

You can play the strings to follow

What the melody should say

But you're too tired, and too hollow

So you'll just pretend to play.

There are days where only shadows

Come to dream your tears awake

When there's no hope left to straddle

Still, you'll find yourself a stage

Where you'll play to wave your battles

Into someone else's face

Well, it's good to feel this shallow

When the cold is all you taste.

sad poetry

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