Sometimes, When The Ways Are Lost Poem by Sumita Jetley

Sometimes, When The Ways Are Lost



And in the transit,
there is just hopelessness.

I want sink, quietly in depression.
No reaction.

It helps, revival after a brief interval.
However, deep still steep and combust.

I am trying to revive my going to pieces, self.
Abstract.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
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When the fight dies, you win sometimes.
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