Receding into the background, hoping to disappear from
sight, living on edges of another time, wishing to be
back there again.
Deserving so much in this world, yet being dealt next to
nothing, sitting within, giving self what is needed to
survive.
Spreading what has been earned, senses of peace and quiet,
a chance to write into the bane of my existence.
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Spreading what has been earned, senses of peace and quiet, a chance to write into the bane of my existence. An excellent poem on sense of self sacrifice. A poem on promotion of peace for the loved ones negating self.I love it 10/10 Col Muhammad Khalid Khan