When living weighs,
when doubting slays,
when all above is deep in praise,
thanking all that stars are high,
too high for me to even eye-
then all is well and good enough
for me to smile and play rough.
The doubts make me laugh
and turn into my staff,
igniting determination
on my obstinate foundation,
fueling a perverse
need to immerse
the expectations
in the converse.

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2 Responses to Need

  1. Nice work
    For amateur poetry
    We welcome your comments on our work


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