Don't feel empty
When sadness overwhelms happiness
Feeling as though Humpty Dumpty
Has grown in you gardens of unhappiness
In roads you walk
In clothes you wear
In words you talk
Making life seem unfair
Cos blues you overthrow
Bliss you underrate
When failures grow
Cold winds drilling the crate
In which hope hides
Cringing in pain
Taking sides
With grains that germinate more sprain and strain
As long as you grant room
To wrong thoughts
That glorify doom and gloom
To reap heaps of naughty noughts.
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