Dec 3, 2019Dec 2, 2019the50yearoldpoet8 Comments

Living

I am living a life

I cannot explain.

I am living a life

that is causing me pain.

I am living a life

I have no interest in.

I am living a life

I know I can’t win.

I am living a life

that is one big lie.

I am living a life

where I am waiting to die.

I am living a life

that I no longer love.

I am living a life

where I am ready

for the call from above.

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8 thoughts on “Living”

d.a.simpsonwriter Nov 28, 2019 — 21:18

Well expressed

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  the50yearoldpoet Nov 28, 2019 — 22:56
  
  Thank you
  
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  1. d.a.simpsonwriter Nov 28, 2019 — 23:06
    
    😊
    
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YouLittleCharmer Nov 29, 2019 — 01:39

Once again, you capture how I feel better than I ever could.
Great writing 🖤

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  the50yearoldpoet Nov 29, 2019 — 02:50
  
  Thank you.
  
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  1. YouLittleCharmer Nov 29, 2019 — 03:17
    
    No problem at all.
    I always look forward to your poetry.
    It’s simply stunning 🖤
    
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Gavin Moloney Dec 8, 2019 — 14:08

Such feeling in your poem. It has really reached me. You’ve experienced such hurt. You are still here though, wow! What a fighter, your a warrior poet😊

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  the50yearoldpoet Dec 8, 2019 — 17:39
  
  Thank you.
  
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