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We're put on this world by an unseen hand
Born into a life that is colorful and grand
Our eyes are full of rainbows,
and our minds of countless stars;
we are nothing but oblivious to the wounds and the scars.
Soon the color fades
and the universe disappears behind clouds
Out-of-reach dreams are what the weather shrouds
Feelings are fleeting and life has no meaning
and we soon come to see
that our worlds are careening.
The poems are empty words
that the heart never heard,
and happiness is a goal
that experience has slurred
The world will inevitably come to an end,
and the glaring void of futility shall become our only friend.
There is no use in denying the night,
for the world always turns,
and the final candle burns,
while the lost little souls lament their plight.
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(January 2021.)
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection.
PoetryEvery poem that I have ever written in my designated poetry journal since the day I was eleven years old. Read at your own risk. 😎
