Jul 22, 2019Jul 22, 2019the50yearoldpoet2 Comments

Too Real

The tears form a trail

along your cheek,

a life of struggle has left

you feeling weak.

Your heart aches from

knowing this is it,

destined to live in a world

where you don’t fit.

Shame and sorrow is

all you can feel

for this life now that it

is all too real.

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