Hard Day

Its a hard day,
with malicious thoughts,
colliding with senses,
that I have not yet got,
it is a hard day,
to survive, to breath,
and to be alive,
but life goes on,
one’s hard day is easily ignored,
forgotten,
not important,
maybe not to all,
but to me it is,
my hard day, a troubling inconvenience,
is tougher to bear,
than all the wars of the world,
when will we understand,
such meanings to each other’s self.

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