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Saturday, 9 March 2024

Waves Of Sorrow.

Tossed aside, like an old worn shoe
Tattered,  broken and torn
A life time ago,brand new

Sadness?Sorrow?Pity?
Woe is me
As I lay here sluggishly 
Against the old willow tree

Solitary magpie 
Right handed salute 
No longer works
Surely being a magpie 
Must have some perks?

Motivation evaporated 
Willpower, no more
Maybe this old willow tree
Has a magic door?

Trapped inside your own tragic mind
Feeling selfish, feeling unkind
Trying so hard to unwind
Why is life such a bind?

Transformation at its best
I suppose I had better get out of bed
And get dressed,willow tree disappeared from my head
Am I just overwhelmed 
Or am I just depressed?

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