Four Years

~ Frank Solanki

Four years have gone by
Filled with grief and long sighs
I try to laugh but I start to cry

Next day I’ll best forget
Mistakes and regrets
I try to smile but I’m upset

I know you’re gone but you’re still there
Somewhere in this warm air
Hope you fly without a care

I’m doing well I guess so
Under your wings I lay low
Going strong going slow

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10 thoughts on “Four Years”

  4. As another outburst, I wanted to announce here, as an unofficial channel, that some of plans and thing that people are doing and saying is disgusting me. immensely disgusting. People, stay away from my private life.

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  6. I understand that different way of communication make lots of misinterpretation. But please don’t do it in a harsh way.

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  7. Nice poem, but not much true for my case. (It’s surprising that how much your judgement is different than what I wanted to communicate)

    As I wrote, in this four year, the first problem was that I never woke up and were not conscience. I wasn’t aware of many things. I was disconnected to the world as before. The relatives and families also could see that. People were asking constantly why don’t I find love, etc. That level of connection was not able to be made somehow.

    However this following part of your poem unfortunately was what I was doing for many periods and area of my life(not just in different level of social relations but many other area) but I realized I shouldn’t do it, it’s damaging me from inside badly:

    Next day I’ll best forget
    I try to smile but I’m upset

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