We are all lost
In some way or the other
I am lost in my past
Trying not to drown
In the flood of memories
I remember feeling
Inadequate to be my own self
Trying to survive with a heavy
Burden on my chest
The pain of loss
Was living within heart
Pulling me down
But that's what life is
You have to struggle
And still live on.
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
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