The last dim light of hope was there
Although it wasn't really true
His thoughts must lie in deep despair
For now what lingers must be you
Thoughts that clutter, cloud and break
The Nothing Life that still goes on
The seed of spirit slowly takes
Roundabout, and now is gone
How bad, do you suggest, is it
That life has never showed you?
She never really has seemed fit
To admit a stunning view
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3 comments:
where is this from, and what does it mean?
I wrote it, actually... And, well, I suppose it's about a lot of stuff; I wrote it a long time ago
well written....poems are hard to write.
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