Tough times ahead.

A wet pillow, a heavy head,

twists and turns, on the bed,

staring at the ceiling,

trying to find a link,

How to evade the sorrow?

How to ‘look forward’ to tomorrow?


The future is certain,

and not necessarily advantageous,

would I have the strength,

to face the coming years?


The question looms in front of me,

And I could have used

the comfort of a friend,

But turns out that when you really need someone

you’re all alone, the broken glass is yours to mend.

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