Dedication

Tomorrow be it bleak,
in my own hands
dirtied, marred

Hoping that,
facing tomorrow wouldn’t be,
as hard as,
feelings of yesterday

Spurring I for once,
my heart
It beats too slowly
pulsating, a halt.

Income Depleting Unit,
born to give hope
the other way round

I fear,
that I was meant to be
undeniably a loser
Will to procrastinate
hope to remain
Thou art me.

-written and dedicated to my parents right before SPM-

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