The universe is much bigger than I
Struggling times bring forth
Denial and discomfort
And troubling lies
The planet hardly touching the sky
Sadness hardens me
And through everything
I am still alive
Sorrow contains me
Wallows in endless pit
Turmoils never ending abyss
Willing little shell continues
To persist
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2025 03:14
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
In this poem there is the the ember of a dying fire where hope exists in its burnt out coals. Nice
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