No love, no Sorrow, no Faith;
Endless night of reflection.
Questing the spiritual ocean,
Too composed to unravel.
Abandoned by the choice,
There is nihility in regrets.
Doubt in reality and realm,
Yet unfazed to unveil.
Appears dwelled in shadow,
Cradled by abyss.
Quill on futile parchment,
And mine mind Absurd.
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Author:
The Velvet (
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- Category: Reflection
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In a day that nothing can be believed or taken seriously this poem strikes at the heart of reason. A poem to make one think. Nicely written in good poetic form.
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