I was lost
In a place of desolation
Where there's no bliss
And life appreciation.
It was a place of silence
Where there's no music.
Melodies doesn't exist.
Such deafening silence, so lethargic.
It was a place of tears
Where people live to cry.
They couldn't even smile
Before they die.
It was a place of heartaches
Where sincere hearts bleed too much,
Leaving scars of their pasts
That no one can touch.
The place was dead
Like rotting remains.
Binded by the fetters of solitude
With its endless chains.
But time will soon come
When the chains will sever.
All lonely souls will be free
And they will live forever.
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
