I am the Representation of the Void … I am the void
nevertheless I wish to be filled with a many abundance.
An absolute silence, so eerie; upon listening to it’s majestic silence, madness such befall you.
Yet … I crave for some sort of commotion, ANY SORT, A LAUGHTER HERE AND THERE.
Before my might, existence is nothing because it shall return to nothing and I am Nothing. My soul cries upon this realisation, I wish to bear LIGHT, HOPE, LIFE! not endless despair
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My
…so
… soul.
Do i even have one?
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Collection of My Poetry
PoetryEnjoy this collection of my poetry, short and simple, sometimes Long. Feedback is greatly welcomed so.
