Melancholy 

Eager to cry eager to die

People order and I comply

Weight of my words seemingly ignored

No other way so my feelings I hoard

A poker face gets me by

No one asked so its not a lie

Calm slumber, a forbidden fruit

I wish I was comatose and mentally mute.

Days pass by while I drown in my sorrow. 

Another day another tomorrow.

-A.W.

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