Good Morning
Years have passed since I last took pen and paper seriously.
Taking a break has taken a toll on me.
I am dying inside, yet I cannot make a sound.
Lonely and alone, as time stands still,
I thought time heals old wounds,
Yet I am still hurting inside.
I thought "Work hard, get a good job" was the plan.
How wrong I was as I toiled, but the ground only responded with dust.
The rains came and went, but there was no harvest.
I tried and failed countless times,
And I don't know if I have the strength to walk again.
I am sorry for straying from the narrow path.
It squeezed the life out of me, and as I sought a breath of fresh air,
I was lost before I found myself again.
I come back not with a bang, but with something even more.
Good poetic flow and storyline 👑
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