Untitled Poem

Jan 6
1 min read

Forgotten dreams

Crushed hopes

Faith in nothing

I wander as decades

turn to centuries

pondering my past

planning my future

waiting to die for I know

death is the easiest way to go

Only then

will I be successful

Only then will I have a blank slate

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