The days are agonizingly long
Stretching deplorably towards a bitter song.
Understanding nothing of my own pain
Looking ahead there is nothing to gain.
What to make of friends and foe
I'm disturbed by a word not sowed.
Casual conversations are a nuisance
Deep talks I eschew for its translucence.
Nobody calls because I refuse to talk
Lost in my own soul, but I won't walk.
K.Oni
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