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When Will It Be?

A poem

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

My heart is wretched
from all that you’ve put me through…
while you’re living the best of your life,
it feels like I’m reaching to live, reaching
to get out of this colossal bubble
I’m cornered in.

These fires that seclude me
in this hollow, sinking me into
the miserable canyons of
mayhem, distraught-
meanwhile, you’re experiencing happiness to the fullest extent…

when it be my turn
to experience something
that fascinating? A feeling
where I shouldn’t fully depend on another being
for my ivories to shine…

when will it be
my turn?



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