awake i lay behind closed doors
inside i shake with tears that pour
out the window my eyes do reach
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Well penned emotional picture. Life sometimes gets hard on everyone, but being able to stand up and reach that empty mug and fill it up with fresh coffee is what matters most and keeps us going.
wow this poem was very good. i liked it so much. i feel the same way sometimes. this was very good Jodilee
The concluding lines are beautiful.