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Gazing at the moon.
I'm not sure if it's cheating to post other people's works in this thread! My great uncle wrote me a poem when I confided in him about my mental health problems. I thought it was lovely and was touched when I felt really alone.
I sit and gaze at the constant moon,
And wonder why I can’t be constant too,
My mood seems to change from day to day,
There are times when I feel downright blue.
I’m finding life hard, it’s wearing me down,
“Life’s wearing me smooth down to the bone”,
I chat to my dear friends for some comfort,
And I hope it doesn’t sound like a moan.
I never really thought what my life would be like,
Guess I thought things would just go my way,
But I’ve found so many hazards to get around,
Sometimes I struggle to get through the day.
I’ve been told I’ve got too many tabs open,
That I’ve got to close some down, real soon,
Well, I promise you that I’m doing my very, very best,
And I’m desperately hanging on to my last spoon!
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