With a new day comes new life and old life drifting away into something we don't know,
Another night of sleepless slumbers that cripple the body and leave you speechless but saying so much.
Resenting the day before and the day after tomorrow but can't leave out any day, for it'll be the same.
Eyes closed but mind open thinking of so many outcomes on which none seem to make sense, sadly saying it'll all end.
I'll mark my history one day but shall be gone the next, leaving the world in wonder, in awe or in suspense.
Maybe being a blank that the world has ever met, or being something, for a second, but gone, the next. Being something at some point could count for nothing at all, but maybe some day that nothing will lead you to all.
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Author:
Mandolian (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's really just me thinking what I can make of myself, some thoughts that run through my head constantly before I go to sleep.
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WELCOME "M" ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ which leaves me wondering. We are all locked in a come day / go day time continuum and there is a sameness but also (if we are honest) great opportunities and variety ~ carpe diem ~ it may be your last. You are no longer "A BLANK that the world has never met" you have opened the door and shared on MPS ! More please ~ BRIAN Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
Very well written....nicely done
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