Nothing is a void,
its the feeling of numbness.
the feeling of emptiness,
the feeling of loneliness.
Nothing is joy that cannot be felt.
its grieve that cannot be explained;
nothing is adversity without a purpose.
its a smell without a scent;
nothing, nothing is pain without affliction.
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PoetryAs the days come and go... the sun turns into the moon and like a withered flower i am feeling low. -so filled with the fear of going too soon. for that i fill the earth with the words from my mind so that ages from now someone may find- and forev...
