poem seven

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DISMAY

i don't pay attention anymore

to the feeling of dismay

at the end of every day.

i know it's there

and it always will be

from what i can see.

maybe it will get better

i suppose it might

as long as i put up a fight.

but try as hard as i might

at the end of each night

it's never better.

- S

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