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Poetry

What Gloom | Poem

What gloom is for me,

Isn’t happiness for you either,

None ever loved live to attain you,

I crave, I wait, I do what others failed.

Gloom is,

We’re together in crime.

Gloom is,

We can’t accept our love.

Gloom is,

We’re unable to understand.

Gloom is,

Our affair is a taboo.

Gloom is,

We’re confined.

Gloom is,

I’m in wait.

What gloom is for me,

Isn’t happiness for you either,

You, the mistress; me, the master.

©sjwordsmith
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