I just am coming, to a road that never is.

To the worlds that never ceases, in the far deep ocean of scarcity and hunger,

the sea of fear and thunder

That is when the deepest pain arrives, creating psalms and concussions around this empty mind.

This hazy moment never seems to dye, until only the hope dies.

Aye failure! What you intend to teach?

Just the essence of being out of reach?

Dreams are hollow and mellow, as life is only unravelling wallow.

Walk,Run,Gallop! again, towards the last gasp,

And here I am baffled, enduring the unending.

Alas! Life goes on, they say

But, yet I believe, come as it may.



I love to write.

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