Poetry

Shine

The sun no more seems so bright
The right no more feels that right.
What I aspire to do can never be done
The jokes they say are no more fun.
This world we live in, is big a chase,
I hate my life, the one in this phase.
Hope is my own and so is my mistake.
Tears are hidden by smiles all fake.
Thud! I fell from the level of pride.
The fear of death is what none can hide.
My friends, they help me all the time.
In this life I live in, as sour as lime.
The sun is no more bright
And right is no more right
'Cause I have a life which I think is no more mine.
Happiness left me ages ago and now I lose my shine.