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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation

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I'm tired, ....... oh so tired.
Four years bailing water from a sinking boat,
with a spoon.
Trying my best to keep it afloat,......
doom!

False hope.
False Hope!

Somehow Trying to prevent the inevitable.
Thinking I could somehow I could repair the holes.
Everybody questioned me.
Everybody having their say.
Not one understanding me,
or why I wanted to stay.

False hope.
False Hope!

I was fighting a battle
I couldn't see was lost.
Ripping me apart,
but that was the cost.
Agony....
Pain......
I hadn't a clue.
Acceptance of defeat,
I relinquished my spoon.

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