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<p id="58d0">My mind lives the tournament of regrets,

For things I wish I’d done but didn’t, For reasons I cannot find nor justify. On a grey day, I am but half-human, Pieced together with fragile hope, Trying my best to be whole for the day Yet to dawn— the sunny day, Tomorrow, perhaps.</p><p id="a8e9"><i>For you who will read my poem, I only have a big Thank you for your precious reading time :)! If you do enjoy this one and are interested to read some more, here below are some of my other works:</i></p><div id="78bd" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-run-out-of-inspiration-13880731ac35"> <div> <div> <h2>I Run Out of Inspiration</h2> <div><h3>Can you help?</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div>

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POETRY | POEM

On a Grey Day

I am but a human ash!

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On a grey day, with a slate-hued sky, I am but a wisp of human ash, Carrying a beating heart, a fading drum: Whispers of what I was and felt, Thoughts fleeing like startled birds, Only to meet the ceiling above, where My memories reside; moments that Held me as a whole, now descending, Like leaves on a last autumn day, each one a story, a page, now fading away.

My mind lives the tournament of regrets, For things I wish I’d done but didn’t, For reasons I cannot find nor justify. On a grey day, I am but half-human, Pieced together with fragile hope, Trying my best to be whole for the day Yet to dawn— the sunny day, Tomorrow, perhaps.

For you who will read my poem, I only have a big Thank you for your precious reading time :)! If you do enjoy this one and are interested to read some more, here below are some of my other works:

Anastasia S. Manyonga, 2023. All Rights Reserved!

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