Fin Poem by Delilah Miller
Fin
To explain the last line, fin is french for end.
I want out.
Feeling sad all the time.
Struggling to seem fine.
Praying so hard for a sign.
Desperation taking over my mind.
I want out of it, away from you.
I can't handle the exceptions and the doubts.
But I'll stay in.
There's wind and cold out there.
And the world gets more and more unfair.
I am in till the very bitter fin.
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4/23/2024 10:56:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Tres bon mon amie.......... hang in there is correct....life's a roller coaster ride at best, most especially on this site....people play with you and what you've rightfully earned, here, there and everywhere...You know the good in you and that's all that matters in the end. The rest of them will one day get their just desserts. love, marci....xoxox