All of that what transpired there
On the banks of a certain river
Hard it was for them to withstand
With intoxication more than of sleep
Superlatives failed to describe
The depth of their emotions
Nonexistent they seemed to be
Yet utterly present everywhere
Life seemed the heaviest thing
On earth to carry and move about
They felt, the soul should be taken away
Or crushed, thrown into the abyss of hell
The feelings of desolation, nothingness
And lowliness of guilt, with despair added
Saying something seemed like a crime
Nothing said, pricked even more
It was the death of an emotion
The road perhaps endeth there
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Mam do you have sth beyond sixth sense that anchors you penning all such rich lines.............but it will not make you versatile unless you write sth on optimism......expect it soon
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