I’ve given up on this life,
there’s no excitement left.
My soul has been lost
like the victim of a theft.
The joy I once had has
vanished from sight,
all that remains are regrets
that feed off me like a parasite.
To look to the future is
too daunting a task
now that I haven’t the energy
to hide behind a mask.
Every day is greeted by
an obvious lack of passion
the struggle to get through
has left me looking ashen.
The wait will be over soon,
and it will all come to an end,
my only hope is there’s a place
where my heart can mend.
The 50 year old poet 
So beautifully touching 😍
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Thank you, I read some of your poems and thought they were excellent, unfortunately I wasn’t able to leave any likes or comments. Keep up the good work.
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My pleasure. I’m glad you thought so, I look forward for more from you too 😊
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Dear it’s heart touching. Don’t give in. Fight for the flame in you. You are stronger than you think.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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In the midst of the most seemingly impenetrable darkness, there is a light, patiently waiting. That light is the hope you have, that somewhere your heart can mend. Hold onto it. You are a living, breathing treasure.
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Thank you.
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Often feel similar. You expressed it well.
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Thanks
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