A Melancholy 'Sometimes'A Poem by Rebekah SmithJust what it says on the tin.
Sometimes it's not about how much effort is put in.
That can't always be enough. Sometimes, there is no way to win. It's a test to prove you are tough. Sometimes nothing at all makes sense. No lesson learned can help. Sometimes, I just feel so tense. Want to break apart, cry out, yelp. Sometimes all that's clear is catastrophe. S**t and scum pacing the Earth. Sometimes, it's harder than it has to be. Sometimes, I hate my parents for my birth. © 2016 Rebekah Smith |
StatsAuthorRebekah SmithBristol, South-West, United KingdomAboutThis is an extrememly hard box to fill, so my idle mind will leave it to your creative one. more..Writing
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