Nuisance Renaissance

Oh darling, you poor withered soul.
Oh how life has taken its toll.
Your emotions are widowed,
your feelings a stray..
you can’t look in the mirror,
till this very day.
Riddled with rhymes,
and news of the times.
The nuisance of nuisances,
simple looks, intense glances.
Is there any room for
second chances?
Open eyes, and soft dances.
You open the door,
and it shuts right back on you.
It’s all the feelings
about to haunt you.
You close your eyes
and dream of a new life.
A new husband, a new wife.
But every day you wake up at
6:45, after a new dream
about how to be alive.
You close the curtains,
and you are almost certain.
That today is the day to

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