The Day Spells Gloom

I think I’m tired

We all get tired

In numerous quagmires

I am involved in

Which one needs resolving first

Prioritize by which demise is worse

If I fail to meet its cause with concern

There’s nothing new to learn, that’s the way I feel

Keeping it real is a motto hard to follow when reality is somber

Woe is me


So many others

Pain is not unique

Therefore, most of what I write is common

And that is not fresh

I’m not in the mood to be put to the test

Examine me tomorrow

Sorrow comes and goes

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