My Sadness

Writing is my way,
The only thing that brings me joy every day,
And now it’s slowly being taken away,
What’s sad it that I have no say,
My dreams are like that of clay,
Only I can create the way,
Oh, but it’s washed out like the color gray,
Hovering upon me like a stray….

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