I must admit i have a terrible fright, For if i write i will be doomed in an endless reptition of eternal thought,
That brought forward an internal war to find more. Words, they fly around like birds. Sorry to say,
but today is the day, the day of regret guilt and a lifetime of mental strain may soon we end it all.
But let that moment last for infinity.
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Thinker (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have dove into philosophy of my own, and the more i think of course, the more comes along. The day that breaches my mind with utter silence is a happy day.
- Category: Spiritual
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