The Same, the Same

By: A YSA writer


I look around and the place does not surprise me.

Where is the fun?

Where is the laughter?

All around people look tired.

Maybe it’s just me

but it’s always the same.

You look around

and someone is sleeping on the ground,

you lend an ear

and there is always someone with a problem.

The same, the same

is this place always the same?

Is there a day when problems disappear?

Will this be when help actually appears?

Does help exist or is this all an illusion?

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