Sad Poetry

Epic

I was feeling epic,
I had a blast,
But as we all know,
Nothing long lasts.

I stared around the world with joy,
I watched the colors and animals with glee,
But happiness and I weren't meant to be,
And I'm not very good at staying clean.

I want to speak but I'm afraid to tell,
Trust is hard for me,
I'm alone and unwell,
I know your there for me,
But even though I've trusted you with everything,
I can't trust you with every sting.

How many times do I fall from the wagon before you warn those I'm hiding from?
Like the water behind the gate, I'm out in sight,
But guarded by the block that holds me back,
My fright.

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