Endless

The crooked road seems unending.

The testing times seem unyielding.

No matter how much I try I fail to find the silver lining.

The days pass by without bringing any new hope,

And I crave for a ray of light, a straw, even, to grope.

“Tough times are supposed to make you stronger,” so they say,

But I’ll not choose such times, if I may.

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