In Noise

How does one keep failing?
I remember the times
I would pass with ease

I sit in the middle of corrugated iron
And melted plastic
And I here a loud,thunderous sound
It echoes.

I sit
on iron
But I feel like sepia
In this colored world
Even with juveniles
I have not found temporary happiness.

What does one do
When one keeps failing?
When one keeps praying
When one keeps hoping
And hoping
That someday
Her childhood will return.

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