You Sit,
Rich in thoughts
reach for the deepest parts of your soul,
Fishing for Something
different,
a part of you that is apart from you,
You know when you get it
you will be whole altogether,
A deep hole in Your heart,
a hollow feeling that makes your soul Long for existence,
So every night You stare at the Ceiling,
Praying,
Hoping,
that happy everv afters do exists,
It’s a long shot, but
after all your life is a Misery
What Could be worse ??
you Wonder !
But hope is addictive,
maybe One Fateful day,
Fate will come Knocking
Maybe,
WordSmith,
Rays ?.
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