The cruel kindness of my mother,
The emptiness for the absence of my father,
The voices that gnaw my mind
Make me wonder
The meaning of life.
It's a work of art
Where some appreciate its beauty
Others just find sadness
And the rest
Don't understand its existence
Waiting the end
Of colorless days
Of hours without gravity
Floating in the abyss
Of a lost soul
Looking for shelter
Looking for freedom.
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PoetryA collection of poems; unrequited love, the meaning of life, healing, and more.
