Suffer On

Poem

Battered by the ways of the world,

I careen from tragedy to tragedy-

comfort grows, I’m nested in the low.

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Down here there's a homey feeling,

And I'm safe from the paranoia I feel,

Always waiting for the good to crumble.

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Anything gold comes at a great cost,

And when my law has been infringed,

Jealousy and anger seep to the surface.

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Child-like, my concept of “fairness”,

Comes into play while suddenly my ego

Is against the world and so I suffer on…

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