Not an ear to listen to your woe,
Not because I saw everyone as my foe.
I don't mind being alone, but it kills being lonely.
It exhausts you physically when you have mental courage only as your ally.
Lady luck plays hide and seek,
Letting out all stinking feelings that it does wreak.
Repeated failures bog you down,
Realizing you play out to the audience, like a "sulking" clown.
People generally go from rag to riches,
Perhaps I go from royal stag to bitches.
In this dog-eat-dog world,
Intimidates fate, leaving fortune unfurled.
To see light, I have started digging my tunnel.
To me poetry is my emotion funnel.
Not because I saw everyone as my foe.
I don't mind being alone, but it kills being lonely.
It exhausts you physically when you have mental courage only as your ally.
Lady luck plays hide and seek,
Letting out all stinking feelings that it does wreak.
Repeated failures bog you down,
Realizing you play out to the audience, like a "sulking" clown.
People generally go from rag to riches,
Perhaps I go from royal stag to bitches.
In this dog-eat-dog world,
Intimidates fate, leaving fortune unfurled.
To see light, I have started digging my tunnel.
To me poetry is my emotion funnel.
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