When the days are numbered,
I strive for a peaceful slumber.
Times of golden are to be wondered,
An end of an era, I stare at the abyss shook and bewildered,
When your destiny gets intertwined with another,
Just remember
Your cause is your own and your actions are plenty,
Each having it's own consequence, etching into memory,
Having endured adversary
I no more have a silver-tongue just hate and blasphemy,
I hold no value to monasteries,
I linger along with my last bits of humanity
One in a billion,just one in a lot of them
Pushed out of a comfort zone to achieve superstardom,
Failure keeps coating on the surface like platinum,
Changing my skin as I can never reach my Unvisited Sanctum
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Lost Man
Poesía'The Lost Man' series reveals the struggle of a young adult who tries to find his place in the world. Often distracted by abstract imagery and candyfloss in the daylight, he tries to overcome his struggles through poems laid down in the grids of a j...
