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Weary Of My Life Journey
Someone walked away
Glancing at me
Since I have become
Weary of the life journey
With their writing, the writers
Struggled hard
While they became
The news of sacrifice
People continuously gave the pain
I remained, taking
And bearing that
The pain became the life disease
Where, when, how
Life turns back
That's spent and gone
Brutality of brutal people
Reached to personal attacks
It was the result
Of my tolerance
What to say
Own blood was the opponent
I became broken
By those, who were blood
Of my heart
Oh, poet,
It is a crime and offence here
To keep even the hopes
That's why,
I have stitched my lips
I am not expressing anymore
My talent, and skill of life.
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"Weary Of My Life Journey" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 19 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/49294/weary-of-my-life-journey>.