Sometimes every sad thing seems to talk
Starving wolves cry
Deep things of life like a staff
Where have the green pastures gone too?
Is it the age?
Loss of positive energy
Broken stone walls
Consistent rain, gray and dreary
Even sleep has invaders
The nausea of time
I just wished this would end
I try to eat right and exercise
It's natural to miss my family
I guess it's my turn to suffer
Broken stone walls
Consistent rain, constant and dreary
Even sleep has invaders
Maybe I am bipolar
I just wished this would end
I try to eat right and exercise
It's natural to miss my family
I guess it's my turn to suffer
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Even sleep has invaders. Loss of positive energy and broken stone walls still provoke mind. An amazing poem is very well drafted that reflects feelings of sufferings...10