At midnight in the garden of insecurity
Alone with my troubled thoughts you'll find me
Grieving a yesterday that never transpired
A more melancholy garden you'll never see
A sorrowful figure crouching under a dead tree
Wondering why some of us are despised by time
Hiding my eyes from a future that seems uninspired
Not hoping for anything better along this weary line
CIE
Prompts used:
Withrealtoads.blogspot. com
Napowrimo.net
Not entirely sure this is a proper sen sen, but am too tired to do better.
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