When it became apparent
That things would not
Be as I wished, I still
Held out hope,
Surely there is another way,
One that won’t hurt
So much, that won’t
Make me hate myself.
Many years later,
Everything remains
The same, externally,
Though inside I still
Harbor some slight
Optimism that things
Will change though
They likely won’t.
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This is life my friend. At least many of us share the same feeling.
I liked your ink. It is revealing!
Thanks for your thoughtful words, Mohammad. Glad to have a kindred spirit out there. Cheers, Guy.