There’s an abyss in my heart,
Nothing fills the void.
Amidst the speeding days,
And the fleeting nights;
Mamoth nothingness prevails.
The avalanche of why’s and if’s,
Buries the sapling of bliss.
The never ending crowd,
Meaningless movement of masses;
Creates constant confusion.
Satisfaction the mother of peace,
Dies young everytime she’s born.
Yet, there’s the assurance;
That the vessel of time
Will take me to my destination,
When the odyssey ends.
English Literature and Grammar 
Sad thoughts but reality
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Medley of thoughts wift through our minds all day long. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Sometimes gloomy, sometimes glad.😄
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Sad, but lovely! Those why’s and if’s get us every time.
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Thanks for your lovely comment. 😊
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Beautiful.
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