I
As if but a simple game of mere, pure luck
The red roulette spins, fate ceaselessly changes
'tis mysterious, if not ultimately deranged
how things reached to this, where old pride turned to muck
II
No one changed, that's untouched, so, unaltered truth.
Only fate had been so, for if it's no then no
A souled fact is easy to turn to untruth
Obvious truth, what is more deceiving than so?
III
History is light though covered in darkness
Another's answer is always sole from otherness
Potential outcomes are droplets of rainfall
Reality is finite as leaves in fall
IV
My hands brushed all away, others' hearts and thought
As I see I feel blind, as I think, distraught
All I can't see is what's right in front of me
All I can think of is that which shan't ever be
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Voiceless Poetry
PoesíaDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
