Loneliness Poem by Keela .
Loneliness
A mock of the day that does not let you play, the change of the dawn down to day. The wilting of flowers go down in the shower the falling of trees stopping your way. The one controller controlling you, making you a bowling ball that tries to take her away. A hotspot that erupts when you try to feel joy, a blind spot that makes you feel this way.
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