Till the day sun forever departure,
This heart will keep it ruptures,
Till the end of all the earth decided,
With its worst mankind could be collided,
The day heavens summon up all the strength,
The hell would rise through dead string,
What a words to say,
As a repetitive conclusion of mankind's creative sayings,
Yet I am a misery full of my own good and bad doings.
This head is a symmetrical paradox of heaven And hell,
These senses which aim to the lust, love, greed, and success are way to inclined towards entitlement of the ringing sense bells,
Whether to be dejected or exempted,
I am just a human searching for a paradox where life fully attempted,
Yet there's nothing so bright just darkness creeps in,
With every step to be taken in,
And I'm a surface of light, holding darkness from within.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
