The Same Old.

Sat on a bench,

No stars above,

The sky consumed by darkness,

The odd car passing by,

One lonely plane passing over,

My belongings in a bag

Sat beside me,

My feelings a jumble,

My head hot,

Tears in my eyes,

I am a joke,

I am a mess,

I’m a gullible fool,

Who’d expect anything less.

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