A Subpar Day

I awake another day

and again my happiness strays away

The hole in my chest lingers still

Its permanence it must instill

I try to encase it

with the things I love

But even they fade after a while

As on days like this

It eats my bliss

and seeps through cracks

Making today

A subpar day

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