You
are so dead deep within,
All that once lit up,
Has perished and died.
Still you wish to make others smile,
It's kind of cute of you,
To try your best to be a beacon of light,
You use all of your might.
Nobody knows just how withered you truly are,
The gaping hole in your soul,
Or how it likes to reside deep inside.
Maybe that is what keeps your spark alive?
The weeds that are forever dragging you down,
Still you try to fight your frowns,
Refusing to be brought down.
© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry
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