An era of pain


I am planning an escape

Through a dark long maze

The knock is silent to be

Sparks do fly

And everywhere it chooses to see

There is nothing to ask nobody why

Amazing seems our patches

Life’s all short of catches

Never fully satisfies

Is the new born attach

Life’s hurtful a bit

Too loud, discouraging to admit

Apparently there are reasons

To let thousands of them to fly

I am picked by pieces

And many more to try

Hurt isn’t the only thing

That kiss me an hi

Around are some souls

Shy matters of the cry

Ugly souls have the saddest choices

And the platter of a tie

I am looking at a paper

Too blank to lie


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