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FEELINGS OF A DEPRESSED YOUNG POET
Storms never last, but they ruin everything,
Life seldom gives, but it takes everything.
How more should I strive to make the ends meet,
How more are the travails for worn-out feet.
All ties are frail, weaker than thread,
All are self-absorbed, such is this dread.
The mornings begin with burning, hot tea,
The nights find me tired, tense and weary.
My wife wants to have me for herself only,
Making me feel so terribly lonely.
So pass the days, the months and the years,
How long will this go on is a soul-gripping fear.
I am among folks who, I know, need me,
I long to be loved but how they deceive me!
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"Feelings" seems to express the most basic need to "feel alive". Sometimes it seems awkward to express the mundane of life, the day to day routines that make us feel love should be so much more than it actually is. A relative poem.