Ponderings, ponderings
of love not yet explored,
of the heartbreak and loneliness,
of trust, denial, and betrayal.
Ponderings, ponderings
of books with deeper meanings,
of love not yet expressed,
Of souls not yet remembered.
Ponderings, ponderings
of all the things left soulless,
of all the young left out to rot,
of demons left to go hunting.
Ponderings, ponderings
of Attila the Hun's ambitions,
of thoughts not yet exposed,
of double crossing agents.
Ponderings, ponderings
of all the things remembered,
of all self-pity exposed,
Of all the sleepless nights.
Ponderings, ponderings
of lifes not fully lived,
of personalities not fully explored,
And,
of the truth that will come after the lie.
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Let Me Think
PoetryThe darkness of thinking is unleashed. I hope this poem made you think.