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a poem by Trisha

Life has become an unending bond
life has become a tuneless song
nowhere to go
no place to breathe
Why should I be the one??
the one to go through all the sorrow and misery

Is this what life has got for me???

The flowers and trees once used to grow
grow as the birds and the bees hummed and soared
but all that is left is dry scrub
no longer do the birds and bees soar up there
lifeless they lay
not knowing where to go or what to do
just hoping that someday someone would rescue them
hoping,hoping and hoping
they look up at the stars
but is there really hope???