I was suck into an abyss of darkness
Where no candle was lit
No flame was alive
Yet why do I float in this imaginary nothingness
Where am I?
I feel so empty inside
The spaces between my fingers
Are the evidence of my loneliness
And the only thing I know is that I'm alive
Where am I?
My feet can't feel anything
No floor was touched
Unbalanced emotions soon rushed out like a shallow river
Strong currents washing away the questions inside me
Where am I?
Opening my eyes
I saw nothing but black
Looking around
In search for meaning of existence
Who am I?
Forever may be too long
And I don't know if I can live long enough
To see light in this nothingness
Taking away this loneliness inside me
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Crayons Of The Cruel World
PoetryTo the dude out there, still trying to live in the cruel world we call home, Do something about it!! Color it up!! Use some non-existing words and imaginary adventures, Whether it is good or bad, dark or light, something that can pop out of thin pap...
