Scribbled Paint (Poetry)

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I am all alone,
Sitting on a rusty chair.
It feels like a different time zone,
And it's colder than I can bear.

It makes me ponder,
Under the shimmering sky.
If I could just disappear in the wide blue yonder,
And be able to fly.

Why do we fear,
The last judgment day?
Do we ever reappear,
From the heaven's doorway?

What's the point of life?
Does it matter,
If we are dead or alive?
But maybe it's a question for later.

It isn't for me to decide,
It's the circle of life.
Where we all run and hide,
Some die, while some survive.

I guess it went deep.....😅😅

~ Malika