Poetry Corner: "Love Trapped and Sold"

Exhausted with mind weary I lay on the bed, the ceiling looks so white.
My existence is one of constant vigilance where days are lived at night.
No one is loyal among those I call friends and my only love is far less so.
A life I grasped with a need unfounded, right now I would rather let go.

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