If Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
If
I had a dream
Of the worst
Day of my life
But I couldn't decide
Which day would it be
But if I did,
It would be today
Because no one helped
Killing the ache
Of solitude
You can't hold back your past and you can't predict future. The present moment is the perfect one! A meaningful poem
Killing the ache.......... solitude...... brilliant and impeccable.....
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3/15/2026 9:16:44 AM # 1.0.0
Well crafted...but to me solitude alone helps to write poems...liked this write