Something devastating must've happened.
Else why do I feel the way I feel.
Else why do I feel the way I feel.
Things must be fine in a parallel world.
Wherein time ticks in a different fashion.
Wherein time ticks in a different fashion.
Isn't most things crumbling as I speak.
It's a catastrophe in this world, may be.
It's a catastrophe in this world, may be.
Dreams being crushed, ruthlessly.
Too much for a mortal to handle.
Too much for a mortal to handle.
So many handicaps to be ashamed of,
And so many smokes needed, there by.
And so many smokes needed, there by.
Can't take this no more.
Now that everything has come to nothing. Zilch.
Now that everything has come to nothing. Zilch.
1 comment:
Lovely writing - always appreciate poems :)
Resonates with any number of my thoughts, mostly based out of a singular experience of sadness. One that remains within us, no matter how much sunshine we face. A deep ache that refuses to let go; often times when we see a familiar sight, smell a smell or hear a familiar sound..
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