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Giving Up

Giving Up

Tags: life, reality

I don’t see colors anymore.

Everything is black or grey.

I don’t hear music or laughter as before.

There is no difference between night or day.


The air I breathe

Seems heavy and thick.

And now I believe

It was all just a trick.


They held the carrot just out of reach.

Always running and never gaining.

Sculptures washed away in the sandy beach.

Endless winters constantly raining.


There was a time

When kites flew high.

Bound to earth by string or line.

Now there’s only empty sky.


A rainbow's colors drained and pale.

The pot-o’-gold empty and busted.

Wishes and dreams have left no trail.

Every hope is no longer trusted.


The mirror is my portrait.

Not the man I was before.

Whatever is has come too late.

I don’t see colors anymore.


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