Why did we stop dreaming?
Once, we had hope.
We smiled like there was no tomorrow.
We raved in echoes of laughter,
cackling with a fiery joy.
Lying Under shades of trees,
hooded from the inglorious sun,
yet peaking through cracks to glimpse at the sun beam.
Somewhere in the future, or dare I say in the present?
We have become grim,
zombie-ing around with lost hope,
bagged under eyes and thinking only of empty pockets and how to please everyone but ourselves.
A loud sadness has taken over
Joy is misplaced.
Wandering like a lost soul in the meadows seeking a way out.
Something along the way has happened to the once colorful souls,
joyous hearts and adventurous minds.
All that is left,
is an emptiness,
a hollow, deep dark void.
And all we do is ask ourselves ' why?
What have we been fighting for?
For what purpose have we lived?'
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PuisiA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
