Self Expression Magazine


By Saleyourbooks Com

The void in my soul, is what distorts my Present;The cry of belonging is what fills up my Past;The willpower to make my Past a reality, is what fills up my Future;
In the juggle of these three, I stand like a dying tree;In return, I struggle to provide some sort of relief;What cures one, poisons the other;And so I turn up to be a waste on our dearest mother;
With all the naivety, I pray to some non-existent God;Hoping to be shown something that stands out in the odd;I’m ready to follow any path to reach, to be with;Even if it means following a thought or an absurd myth;
Oh thee Gods, enlighten me a little, so a path I can follow;In an age where lives are lived, simply hollow;Where selfishness is the utmost rule;And those unable to adhere, are nothing more than mere mule;
Will this agony be repeated, in a continuous loop;What will be the verdict of my fear: graceful surrender or a sly coup;In the end, I’m left wondering what I am living for;Or is it that I am dreaming to find something I’ll die for;

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