Aren’t we getting tired?

Aren’t we getting tired?
With all the poems about being sad
Writing our secret desires
Or writing about how we grew up with a dad?

Isn’t it more depressing?
Lost in our thought
The deeper we write, more emotions it brings
Focus mind and suddenly becomes distraught

Doesn’t it bring more loneliness?
To realise all you have is a paper and a pen
No one sees your holiness
Share and publish, repeat again

If I think about it
No one really cares
Maybe it’s not so bad to submit
We are fools, nothing is fair

Poetry Thoughts

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