Run Against Despair

Run Against Despair short poem

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Everything I earned, everything I learned going into vain,
They all forgot everything, leaving me with an incredible pain.

Now, I am all alone having just a work of taking breath,
Nothing left in my life, I am just waiting for my death.

The only thing, I cared for in my whole life is to live with friend,
But they are no more with me, made me to reach dead end.

Now, I am here trying to stop my tear,
And there is my heart having silent fear.

I fear if no one will come to me again,
‘But this is life’, this tells me my brain.

Someone says hope is the biggest mistake,
Who thinks it causes pain for dream to break.

But without hope, this world would be nothing
You will feel complete inactive and forget running.

So, forget bad memories and run against despair
Our mind is sensitive, give it a chance to repair.

Always be happy, hope for better and cheer up for getting life,
Because, just spending time on Earth doesn’t makes you alive.

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I am an undergraduate student pursuing B. Tech. I love coding, playing table tennis and writing poems. I am a dreamer and wish to cover up all the feelings and write it down, no matter others will like it or not. I want to do it for myself.
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