Rarely have I ever just sat down,

And recorded simple thoughts,

That spoke of ordinary things,

Not stained with troubles and shame,

Sadness and grief which I’ve allowed to,

Overtake my conscious self,

And I realise now, that it was all,

My very own fault, that I should have,

Borne this pain and regret,

So for now, I try to keep the peace,

It is like a soft mist in the early morning,

The place where I’m at,

Still alone but at least not warring,

As I try to find happiness and kindness,

Things I’ve prayed for, and would die for.


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