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Around that time.
#WritcoPoemPrompt123
Things that get in your way,
As if there's a hidden door blocking your path,
And find the worst, by error as it stray!
A problem to be solved, probably simple math.
Yet giving a hollowness of self pity
and of despair,
and when the pledged pieces fall
over again
i call that the thud, of soreness
of pain and of silence.
then perhaps you may believe me
for the days are not so far
when the scattered sands starts defining the ocean.
Things that get in your way,
As if there's a hidden door blocking your path,
And find the worst, by error as it stray!
A problem to be solved, probably simple math.
Yet giving a hollowness of self pity
and of despair,
and when the pledged pieces fall
over again
i call that the thud, of soreness
of pain and of silence.
then perhaps you may believe me
for the days are not so far
when the scattered sands starts defining the ocean.
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