Here’s one I wrote years ago in uni, because I’m behind on the daily poems.
Nothing is wrong, yet nothing feels right
Every day is the same, but each second unique
The sky always beautiful, but never observed
Makes one wonder whether it is deserved
The race of rodents goes on and on
Striving for what we do not want
Our desires cannot be found
Unless we’re six feet underground
If things were to change today
May there be colours we do not see
Air so sweet it calms each breath
There would be no wasted death
We have not lost what we hold dear
Only forgotten that it is here.
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