Poetry, Quill

Don’t Call My Name

Once I wished for nothing else,

But people around me,

Calling my name,

Yet now a day,

Has come as such,

That I yearn for a life,

That’s solitary,

Something is off,

It is wrong I know,

Perhaps I have lost,

More than I have loved,

Or perhaps I have never loved,

Enough.

Perhaps I lost,

The trust I had,

Or I haven’t found trust,

Enough.

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