The Bitter Fall
The Bitter Fall
It is not about hopes you see,
Or the thoughts of positivity.
The dreams are my question,
Are they worthy of mention?
That burning of midnight oil,
Sacrifices or painstaking toil.
Are guess not deserving anymore,
Looking at how devasted is my shore.
Criticisms and accusations,
Deciphering possible fixations.
Blame games and shaming all,
Pride lost as cold winter falls.