DifficultiesA Poem by BengWhen I was a three, My only difficulty Is how to slip passed my nanny. As I grew older, Problems turned harder It made my life go in a blur. I've felt great happiness, Succumb to the darkness, Gave in to sadness. But never have I ever, Dreamed of being a bearer Of this pain that makes me suffer. How can someone be so near Almost a breathe away, my dear But still be so far. © 2018 Beng |
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Added on November 20, 2018 Last Updated on November 20, 2018 Author
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