Suffering #poetry

I crafted the story
That I wanted to tell
With no thoughts of final sales.

I poured my soul
Into the pages of these tomes
When I am dead and gone
Will my words live on?

There comes a time
When one must forget
The dreams that did not grow.

There comes a time
When one must forget
A love that has grown cold.

There comes a time
When one must admit
They failed to grab the brass ring.

There comes a time
When I must admit
That all my work has only caused me suffering.

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