resigned souls can prosper…

sad river of tears
stagnant over his sagging eyelids
as he try to make sense of it
all of the doom and gloom
the familial pangs that hit
oppressive silence filling up his room
seconds later, streams are pouring out
glistening cheeks, uttering silly little prayers
how can one truly move on
when the heart simply refuses to?

take a shot of melancholy
as you breathe in serenity
you did all that you could do
you were never meant to do it all
resigned souls can prosper
for accepting one’s many limitations
is in itself a form of blissful freedom
that should not be overlooked
the sky will always turns blue then gray
the key is to remain strong and gay.

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