Emptiness
a black abyss. Feelings of hurt an remorse, why this took course? Live
on life’s edge. Push for acceptance an the secret spit. Open your mind
put it down in time in a wander of how you came by. By this
expressionless mindset of self indulgence. Can one be saved? thru works
of his own page? long lasted days, always on the run for something to be
down. Hopeless faces, wasted spaces an the sing of sorrows. Figments an
snapshots of wanted wealth dwell ed on an not dealt. A day well come a
mold well unfold. You can stop the returning game of shame. Learn to
like it in a new way. Things can change a better way. Don’t wait for
fates date make ur awaited stake. Hurry before things break. A poem to
the future whats left want hurt us, thanx be given to the positive
mission.
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