Quatrain of No Joy
No Joy - not a good place to be
Before I was born, I used to
sit idly and wonder what
it would be like
to be
alive,
Then one day, there I was,
breathing fresh air,
squirming; crying,
happy to
arrive.
I became so absorbed in this
new world and was
thankful just
to be
here,
Turns out I had been in a place
where love was not applied
and there was
no joy to
endear.
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