Everyone seems to be indifferent
Not that anybody started to care
Call out the angels sent
Of high hopes, I couldn't bear
Chaos keeps crumbling before me
And few have wondered of the fallen
Lit up so clearly to see
The world we pray to have been
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Soliloquized
PoetryA collection of poems and prose. Grief, melancholy, pain, and maybe, just maybe I could write something that resembles happiness too.
