Life goes on even
when a strife happens
to past friends that
tend to have pity.
I often feel like
I am nothing but
a witty jester who
cannot have a ditty.
Sorrow fills up
my veins to allow
me to borrow
these feelings.
Life goes on,
pain of losing
a friend is like
a piece of my
brain that is missing.
Pitch Black Poesy 
I loved this poem. I really enjoy the shades of grey that are ever present in your work. I’ve nominated you for the Blogger Recognition Award! You can find the award and nomination post here: https://armedwithakeyboard.com/2017/11/22/blogger-recognition-award/
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